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Like a child in the night, new to the city's darkness, I was born again and set free to run wild down each street only to find that none would take me home.
- B. Knox
Do you not know, my son, with what little understanding the world is ruled?
- Pope Julius III
I don't know how to react when you blankly stare at me. Words just seem to trickle from my tongue as a reflex. Anything to kill the silence.
It was a simple gesture, but one that will permeate my thoughts for at least the next few days. His eyes let loose an anxious longing, and he was looking at me. And of course I scurried away, corroded with a pathetic shyness that is usually and ultimately my romantic demise.
My mind is disappointingly blank. I want to write something provocative and profound. Maybe this isn't the right medium at the moment...