The line of beauty

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The line of beauty is an old book about politicians that I read a long time ago. One morning I woke up to a voice in my head. It was a low, dreamy voice, like the voice in my head at night when I was drunk. I hated the voice, the fact that it was there for my thoughts. I hated how it interrupted my thoughts, and just to make it clear the voice was not real. The line of beauty, Alan HollinghurstThe love chord: My lifes an open book, and I leave my clues up here in a heart of rose petals so you can find them. Im not writing your life, Im reading it for you, and I need a little help getting through the first few pages. But in return, you have to give me a little part of yourself to play. The line of beauty: The lines of a book that are written to be read. The voice: There is no voice in your head, just a voice that is there, but you hate it. Because I couldnt explain all the things Id ever done to you. It is so much more than what Id ever done to you, it was what I was, and you are my best friend, and I would never harm you. I wanted to scream at the top of my voice, I wanted to scream for you to know that we were good, that I loved you. I wanted to say things right to the core of my being, which I couldnt do. But I wanted to make you say the things I wanted to, and then you would hate me. You hate me because I wouldnt let you be a free person, you dont know what freedom means to me. I dont understand why I had to kill you. But I wanted what I knew I needed to do to you. I couldnt let myself have a new past, I had to know what it felt like to be able to say what I wanted to say about you when the time was right.

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