WoundsLikeStars

When he had done all that he could do,
His hands shook with finality.
For if one must be wounded,
May he wear his wounds like stars.


"Gorgeous ripples of pear shape her skin to her cheek bones, and long sad eyelids, and Virgin Mary resignation, and peachy coffee complexion and yes of astonishing mystery with noting-but-earth-depth expressionless half disdain and half mournful lamentation of pain..." Tristessa by Jack Kerouac


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Essay (Reflective)

2011-11-19

Streaming Consciousness Therapy

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