Monday, June 21, 2010

the nicest thing for me is sleep, then at least i can dream

Time passes.
Even when it seems impossible.
Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise.
It passes unevenly, in strange lurches && dragging lulls, but pass it does.

Even for me.




- new moon

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 and for once the darkness was comforting i used to be scared of the dark, the stillness, the silence scared of the monsters who hide in the...