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About me
Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction.
But I always glance back at you.
But I always glance back at you.
Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
- Edgar Allan Poe
