I’m beyond excited to get this book I’ve ordered online -- The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke. Now, these are the times when I can say I *so* love online shopping. This book isn’t available in local bookstores so I had to order from a seller abroad. The great thing is that the shipping cost (not expedited but with insurance) is very cheap, $3.99, compared with most other online stores. I’m kind of hoping I’ll get it in 7 days, which should be just about now, but I’m giving it another 7 days before I seriously get worried.  

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You know sometimes I stare blankly at spaces. Then I don’t see anything else besides the space. Like everything else are swept aside to a corner that I cannot touch, that cannot touch me.  Ergo the numbness.

I hear you but I do not let you in. I cannot stand the noise because hearing it would make me feel again. Sometimes I prefer to be outside, not belonging to any thing, or any one, or any place; I am free. I am solitary. A little less alive but a little less concerned. A little less hurt by whatever’s thrown my way.

It doesn’t mean I don’t care about anything. It doesn’t mean I’m whining about my life again. There’s nothing more to whine about that hasn’t been covered. Someday, I’ll collect myself and make a stand. Someday, I’ll tell you why I turned my back from the that which I am supposed to uphold. Now is not the time.