Something old comes to a final and irreversilble end, just as something new is beginning. Such are the simple and immensely complicated ways of life- and who are we to disagree?
When we speak of fear, what is hidden behind our confessions? Is it truly and purely the uncontainable need to reveal ourselves completely? Or are we driven by the undying hope for reassurance, the mad desire to see an equal quantity of panic and longing reflected in the other person's eyes?
To fall in love is to gaze into a mirror of your own fashioning. Beware what you find inside.
Saturday 19 November 2011
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