adorationPosted: February 23, 2015
Nothing is alright; but what’s raw has always kept me away; what’s true has always turned me off; I have built myself armor against what’s real.
I have gotten very accomplished at pretense.
This doesn’t make me anyone; this makes me, as far as I can tell, as honest as I can be; this makes me part of everyone.
And yet, instead of camaraderie, all things are revealed, as with a timid knock, to have been hollow.