There's A Bee In My Hair; I Hope He Doesn't Sting Me

Those grubby, imperfect jewels are kept tight in a locked box within us, where we are unwilling to put them on display. Which is precisely why we are afraid and disappointed by the betrayal of friends; “I allowed you in, only you, to hold you close, and yet you remained unmoved by this rare privilege, this denuding, and turned to expose me”. Just as you can be betrayed by a kiss, you can be betrayed by a hug.
- LondonMark
3 Comments:
whom hath betrayed my friend Jane? Damn them!!
That is quite possibly the most eloquent thing I have ever read in my life.
I may have to steal it.
no one hath betrayed me lately. not that i've noticed anyway. you never can tell, though.
it's something i found while surfing years ago and it resurfaced the other day while cleaning out some old email.
feel free to steal away, jail bird!!
:)
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