Friday, July 31, 2009

Some Days Are Just Like This One

But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.
— Haruki Murakami


Accidental Fame Junkie said...

Isn't that the most sublime thing to say! I felt the same yesterday! :D We sure are sisters! Soul sisters!


aquamarine said...

I was thinking, maybe a shot of Whisky might just do the trick! What do you think? :P

Accidental Fame Junkie said...

Done! :) Let's drink to it re! :D