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[April 07, 2009 | 01:42 AM] |
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"But Solya was a candle flame, clear, bright, steady, a candle flame in a window in rainy weather."
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[December 04, 2008 | 11:53 PM] |
"When the mystery of the connection goes, love goes. It's that simple. This suggests that it isn't love that is so important to us but the mystery itself. The love connection may be merely a device to put us in contact with the mystery, and we long for love to last so that the ecstacy of being near the mystery will last. It is contrary to the nature of mystery to stand still. Yet it's always there, somewhere, a world on the other side of the mirror (or the Camel pack), a promise in the next pair of eyes that smile at us. We glimpse it when we stand still. The romance of new love, the romance of solitude, the romance of objecthood, the romance of ancient pyramids and distant stars are means of making contact with the mystery. When it comes to perpetuating it, however, I got no advice. But I can and will remind you of two of the most important facts I know:
1. Everything is part of it.
2. It's never too late to have a happy childhood."
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[November 03, 2007 | 10:14 PM] |
hahahaha... YES.
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[April 21, 2007 | 01:22 AM] |
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why do i only cry at night, when im in my bed alone? each tear, warm and salty, slowly crawls down my face, searching for escape. we're all trying to break out of our rotting shell and our tears are no different. sometimes i just want to scream out and tell you i love you. scream so hard, my lungs ache and my voice cracks. i want to stop imagining myself in a little coffee shop, day in and day out, waiting for the person i love to walk by and stop to talk to me about the foam in my espresso. i need a road that will lead me somewhere warm, with hot tea and peace of mind. a smile is only a mouthful of teeth, exposed by our chapped, overworked lips. it is a small, yet unimaginably meaningful form of emotion, yet does not contain even the slightest bit of heart that a single tear can. ive been in love with you since the last time i saw you and for some reason, i cannot break my own heart and move on. i want to tear it out, hot flesh, meat, blood... holding it in my hand and offer it to you. "please... take it. it does me no good. it only reminds me of you."
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[March 30, 2007 | 05:45 PM] |
leave me a comment if you want to come inside. i'm friendly, i promise ♥
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