September 1, 2013

Solitude, love.

"I fell in love with solitude. Submerged myself in it like bathwater, soaked in it, let it wash over my skin, crawl into my pores, settle in my lungs. I inhale loneliness like it's the sweetest spring air that has ever kissed my lips. When did one become the most beautiful number?"

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