2004-10-28 - 4:35 p.m.
"you stole the moon," he said. "why did you do that?"
smiling into the darkness, i answered, "don't worry. you'll get it back."
i was angry with my friend
i told my wrath, my wrath did end.
i was angry with my foe,
i told it not, my wrath did grow.
(william blake)
i wonder if this is true of love, as well?
