I bounce along the edges, skimming the sides, I dance around the truth, only seeing the lies. I cannot see the big picture, I am too close to the paint. I oversee the outcome, because I'm in a daze. Everyone tells me "can't you see?" but my eyes are too focused on the detail, to be. I stare at the ceiling, the door, and the tile. My mind is in a wander, rehearsing the guile. I cannot seem to decipher what who is in front of me, my attention is too focused on the buttons of his blazer.
Friday 3 August 2012
A tragic love story
“o Wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
“what satisfaction canst thou have to’night?”
“the exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine”
“I thee mine before thy dis’t request it and would I were to give it thee again”
“would thy remove it? For what purpose, love?”
“to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have! My love’s bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love is deep the more I give to thee the more I have, but both are infinite.”
~a tragic love story
Wednesday 1 August 2012
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