thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] all life long the same questions, the same answers. [samuel beckett]


November 13, 2005

something inside

she remained all alone in the terminal, with his last kiss in her lips, as the train went away, taking his love to distant battlefields. he had never said that he loved her. and when he left, he hadn't said goodbye. yet something inside her chest kept telling her that he was never coming back.

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