I'm not used to feeling... calm, this often.
I wonder if I wasn't closer to 'selfness' in my madness.
I guess the only natural thing to do would be to go about this "life" business. How... quaint.
Sometimes I ask myself if I'm ready to die; not out of depression or escapism. More curiosity... fascination. Death is the question that only answers itself. Everything else is... peripheral to it. Secondary.
Life is just the supporting role for the star: our dying breaths?
Meh... I can write better than that.
I still hear you whisper in my dreams, Magdalena...
I fear it will never go away.






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~ Don't worry, be happy and have fun! Peace ~
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"...I'm gonna love you till the heavens stop the rain, I'm gonna love you till the stars fall from the sky for you and I." - Jim Morrison
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"When It Rains.. It Pours.. And I'm Fucking Drowning..."
I loved your work.
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For every Question there is a lie.
For every Lie there is the truth.
For every Truth there is a way.
For every Way there is a time.
This is the time.
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