one of my favorite writers... I need to get books. next payday... maybe
"but i could do little to lessen the fatigue that had been building up in him before we even met, the weariness over the complications of his life. i was incapable of truly understanding the darkness that made up a large part of his personality, the blackness that i found so attractive. from the moment we met, i was a butterfly that flew into the space that was his soul, a room where the light had begun to dim. although he may have regarded me as a welcome distraction, in fact, my presence only confused him more because i introduced flashes of daylight into his darkness". n.p., banana yoshimoto
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