This is the life of an anti-socialite, with her thoughts, her books, and her God.
HOME IS WHERE ONE STARTS FROM.
I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. [T. S. ELIOT]
7.08.2012
I sit in the murmured coolness of corporate coffee's mascot, breathing and thinking and drinking. A group of Asians sit close by, laughing and chattering as they enjoy each other's company. And here I sit, enjoying my own.
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