I've been thinking quite a lot about the friends I do have. I can maintain friendships with people who hurt me but when I hurt others, I instinctively close myself off from them. . . not to spare them further pain but to spare myself the pain of having to accept that I can be unkind. My hate ray dream is alive within me. There is no shield for hate rays. There is no shield for love rays. There are no shields.
Except, maybe, love might be the only shield.
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