Oh, God, I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love. I swim in the sky; I float; my body is full of flowers, flowers with fingers giving me acute, acute caresses, sparks, jewels, quivers of joy, dizziness, such dizziness. Music inside of one, drunkenness. Only closing the eyes and remembering, and the hunger, the hunger for more, more, the great hunger, the voracious hunger, and thirst.
[The Diary Of Anaïs Nin ] Volume Two (1934-1939) by [Anaïs Nin]
Read The Miracle in July from the very beginning! Take your pick...Draft One or Draft Two?
