
We look so fine, so clear and swell, you’d never guess how deep the well of darkness, pain and itchy bad, that makes us in some moments sad. Love of friends is not the thing that stops such creeping suffering … Continue reading
We look so fine, so clear and swell, you’d never guess how deep the well of darkness, pain and itchy bad, that makes us in some moments sad. Love of friends is not the thing that stops such creeping suffering … Continue reading
How many times must we cry? Cry as the hopes and desires of the future seem Once more crushed by the weight of the world As it is How many times must we scream? Scream as those waves of anguish … Continue reading
It’s ok to cry, when the world closes in; when your heart is too small to hold all its feeling. It’s ok to cry, when things that were, aren’t; when people are true to the worst of themselves It’s ok … Continue reading
Where will I go, who will I be? Well I shall be me, of course! But the me that is here, wherever here is, Isn’t the me that I was. The I that is me, in the here and the … Continue reading
I thought I was done with this. I thought I was done with feeling like this. but it seems the feeling is not. I shall have to rearrange the bloody bookshelves. Again. I really was rearranging the bookshelves, thinking these … Continue reading