thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] [life] is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. [shakespeare]


July 27, 2008

whisper

i in other circumstances, with other people would
trade and maybe in a different life, i would feel quite tempted everything
if to agree with you. but the way i see it, it's hard to accept it might be only
i could so simple, that simple. for there is a need for love
you, more, and there is room for more, plenty of room and all that's and
if needed. only, i've lost the keys, i'm missing the you
could bloody damned keys, and i can't find them. and so i can't open the door, and so only
love there is no room, and nothing at all. oh, bloody hell. me.

11:06 PM

 

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