A small, tan coloured book, completely unadorned. The binding is worn and aged, the pages slightly tattered and curling towards the edges. Several small notes peek out here and there from between the sheaves of parchment and pieces of torn blue silk mark places within.
Friday, 12 October 2007
I am shedding tears for the unknown, tears for the what ifs. They feel hot as the slip down over my cheeks....in the end is it all just words and nothing else? When you think you have something, do you really have it?...Does it really want you?
I guess it will serve my right really..all these tears for the unknown...as if a big sign saying 'dont go out on the ice' wasnt enough to stop me.
One day, one sweet sweet day...I will stop being a fool...and get something right
Celestia posted @ 19:16 -
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