Hatred. Something Almost As Physical As Walls, Pianos, Or Nurses. She Could Almost Touch The Destructive Energy Leaking Out Of Her Body. She Allowed The Feeling To Emerge, Regardless Of Whether It Was Good Or Bad; She Was Sick Of Self-control, Of Masks, Of Appropriate Behavior. Veronika Wanted To Spend Her Remaining Two Or Three Days Of Life Behaving As Inappropriately As She Could.

-Paulo Coelho

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Hatred. Something Almost As Physical As Walls,

Paulo Coelho

Hatred. Something Almost As Physical As Walls, Pianos, Or Nurses. She Could Almost Touch The Destructive Energy Leaking Out Of Her Body. She Allowed The Feeling To Emerge, Regardless Of Whether It Was Good Or Bad; She Was Sick Of Self-control, Of Masks, Of Appropriate Behavior. Veronika Wanted To Spend Her Remaining Two Or Three Days Of Life Behaving As Inappropriately As She Could.

Topic

Wall

Self

Two

I Gaze Lovingly At "hilal" A Love That Is Reflected Through Time Or What We Imagine To Be Time, As In A Mirror. She Was Never Mine And Never Will Be; That Is How It Is. We Are Both Creators And Creatures, But We Are Also Puppets In God's Hands, And There Is A Line We Cannot Cross, A Line That Was Drawn For Reasons We Cannot Know. We Can Approach And Even Dabble Our Toes In The River But We Are Forbidden To Plunge In And Let Ourselves Be Carried Along By The Current.

Rivers

Mirrors

Hands