Tuesday, 26 February 2013
One day...
THE WORLD DOES NOT OWE ME A SINGLE THING. I WAS IN LOVE AND I LOVED. UNCOMPLAININGLY. WITHOUT A GRUDGE. AND I DO NOT REGRET A THING. NOT ONE THING. DO YOU HEAR? I WOULD SING TILL MY THROAT HURTS. ONE DAY, YOU WOULD DANCE IN MY MUSIC. I WOULD CRY MY SILENT TEARS, AND ONE DAY, YOUR PRIDE WOULD GET DROWNED IN MY TEARS.
Sunday, 17 February 2013
In love with Lady Plath
“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.”
Thursday, 7 February 2013
Fall
soar,
reached,
dropped
and
falling
from
such
height.
I
don't
dream
for
wings
any
more.
bruised.
bad.
bleeding
enough.
reached,
dropped
and
falling
from
such
height.
I
don't
dream
for
wings
any
more.
bruised.
bad.
bleeding
enough.
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
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