does it break my heart? of course, every moment of every day
into more pieces than my heart was made of. i never thought
of myself as quiet, much less silent. i never thought about
things at all. everything changed, and that distance wedged
itself between me and my happiness.wasn't the world, and it
wasn'tthe bombs and burning buildings,it was me and my
thinking, the cancer of never letting go. is ignorance bliss? i
don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did
thinking ever do for me? to what place did thinking ever
bring me? i think and i think and i think. i've thought myself
out of happiness a million times, but never once into it.