There is no time for poetry on the path of self-deception. I don't think I expect you to return anymore. Who taught us to embrace sex as a means of communication? The future seems bright sometimes; then i delve deeper into the past.
Nostalgia has scarred our souls, so we dream of flying. Few things hurt more than the suspicion you might have nothing worthwhile left to say. Have you disappeared for good, or are you still listening? Your days are blessed with tenderness and warmth, yet you still manage to feel lonely.
There's a limit to what you should share as there's a limit to what you can keep hidden. I'm frightened that the spell will break. Do you still love the things you used to love, and do you ever miss me? Today I weep for the silences we'll never be able to fill.
Nostalgia has scarred our souls, so we dream of flying. Few things hurt more than the suspicion you might have nothing worthwhile left to say. Have you disappeared for good, or are you still listening? Your days are blessed with tenderness and warmth, yet you still manage to feel lonely.
There's a limit to what you should share as there's a limit to what you can keep hidden. I'm frightened that the spell will break. Do you still love the things you used to love, and do you ever miss me? Today I weep for the silences we'll never be able to fill.
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Hello, I have found your blog by chance and have read your posts. I have discovered some thoughts in common. I suppose it happens... People being in similar situations, experiencing similar things and having similar thoughts about them. Questions that can never find their answers. But I continue seeking. Will I ever be able and good enough to break my chains and move on? Shall I ever find someone deserving to have me there, with him, not letting me just slip away every time I just dream of something that is completely lost for me and I could never even touch again? Who knows? Do you?
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