Monday, March 22, 2010
10.50pm
When I was younger I never understood why people cried at romantic love letters, or weddings. Now that I’m older and I’ve had love, and I’ve lost the one I love, I realize why people cry; why I now cry at sappy movies and proclamations of love. Because no matter how long ago or who I’m with, there will always be that scar your love has left on my heart, and a little part of me will always be sad that you never wrote me letters, or proclaimed your love, or married me like you should have.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
11.40pm
there are so many things that happen everyday that i want to tell you.
then i remeber you don't love me anymore, and all the stories i would tell you would be wasted now; and you don't even care.
then i remeber you don't love me anymore, and all the stories i would tell you would be wasted now; and you don't even care.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
1.34am
we were like two wolves calling out for each other in the night.
but you heard my cries and found me and the night disappeared.
then it changed. the light faded and you moved farther and farther from me until the darkness englufed you wholly.
now, sometimes before i fall asleep i can faintly hear your howl, and before i shut my eyes i look to the moon like a flame in the sky and call back out to you in the hope that you might find me again in this eternal dark night.
but you heard my cries and found me and the night disappeared.
then it changed. the light faded and you moved farther and farther from me until the darkness englufed you wholly.
now, sometimes before i fall asleep i can faintly hear your howl, and before i shut my eyes i look to the moon like a flame in the sky and call back out to you in the hope that you might find me again in this eternal dark night.
3.12am
we're not suppose to survive it.
everything we endure everyday is designed to erase us.
the painful mistake we make is trying to leave our mark.
everything we endure everyday is designed to erase us.
the painful mistake we make is trying to leave our mark.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
3.13am
The loudest of whispers can be heard in the late of morning, between the setting of the dew and the rising of the sun.
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