Nostalgia...

How deeply rooted horrors remain so very clear to me forces one to question what it means to be human...

It is to be flawed.

Well, I'm sick ( Read more... )

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Eventually... you stopped believing me, stopped trusting me, and maybe I deserve it. What does it matter if I tell the truth anymore, if all that comes from it is more suspicion? All I can do is match what you've said ( Read more... )

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I try as hard as I can ( Read more... )

There hasn't been a more perfect time for rain than this week ( Read more... )

There is much to talk about, but for now I only want to listen. Emotions, like ethereal spirits, swirl in geometrically indefinable patterns around and through my mind. Pain, but still smiling. Freedom, but still crying. Yet, through all of this I continue to hold my head high, staring at the sun blazing like a flickering beckon, calling me... even ( Read more... )

This is our last dance...

The more I wish to cross the river, the longer the bridge becomes.
You stand so close, just within arm's reach, and yet my hands never felt so heavy.

I absolutely hate today!

More details later !

(Promise.)