your servant, saul pt. 1

is this where my honesty gets me?

half-drowned, for a moment – eviscerated, for the span of a day; how I understood the smallness of my optic nerve! A mite am I! And you prolong my suffering?

I thought, I said: damn, am I tired, and I’ve been too much alone.

let there be no such thing as silence.

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