thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. [oscar wilde]


April 30, 2007

hopeless

how can i read your eyes if you have no fucking clue about what's written on them? how can i hear what you say if you can't hear yourself, if you can't understand what you say and if you do nothing to understand you? i could give you my shoulder without asking anything, yeah, but i get the cold shoulder no matter what i do.

12:34 AM

 

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

por vezes um "amo-te" chega.

30/4/07 19:07  

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