urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_renunciation we try to relax in the places of ghosts; we superimpose, we lean back and with such dim headlights, just fly into the black a natural disaster 2009-08-17T04:29:31Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_renunciation:229938 a_renunciation @ 2009-08-16T21:14:00 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2009-08-17T04:29:31Z Something is happening to me.<br />Since I've been here, my heart has been opening (though slowly, tentatively) to others. Ice is thawing. It's not really an easy process: it hurts almost, like the way a cold body reacts when suddenly placed in too-warm water. Everyone here is so kind, it's a little bit overwhelming. But as this hard rock of a heart starts to bloom, it reveals its true colors layer by layer.