08 December, 2010

I hate myself for seeing the inherent beauty in everything. In sadness. In loss. In this distance between us. In death.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I bet you see beauty in your hating yourself, too. :D

Monching said...

Hehe. I do. But it is the hating which is beautiful, the form of denial, the body's reaction to loss, how, mula kay sir Vincenz Serrano, "I speak to myself yet it is you I address." It is the form of sadness, and not the content, not me.

Hi, Tasie!