Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Forgone
You feel cold in a warm place; you bite things that'll prick your tongue.
You walk in the rain and hid from the sun; you say things for wrong ears to hear.
When information gets digested thereafter, cortisol level remains high. While the mind denies you the rest badly needed, words choke your throat and kills your voice.
Some things can be done, but some things are best to be left undone.
Monday, April 11, 2011
It was known
"Everything was going just fine, day by day. But one day when I woke up, it was different. It felt different.
I had a thought.
The next thing I knew, I've brought everything down."
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