I’m reaching frightening levels of perfection.
Without going to church on Sundays.
2 august 2009.
And I am forever the unchangeable knotted branch
Choking my throat
But refusing to spit myself out
5 august 2009.
“Never say you’re happy. It wakes up the gods and then they look at you and that is never a good thing.”
(from The Love of the Nightingale by Timberlake Wertenbaker)