Saturday, August 18, 2007
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like Patience on a monument
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
- Viola, Twelfth Night
I had a dream last night, it was perhaps as you would put it, a manifestation of my deepest desire and my utmost fear. I awoke in the middle of it, between sleep and wakefulness- Choking on my tears and fighting for breath.
and the one word that kept echoing in my mind was,
'Why?'
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dear mister sub conscious,
are you trying to tell me something?
if you are.
it hurts. really bad.
and i need my sleep and rest.
i know i am a sucker for not facing up to reality but can't you please just leave me alone.
please?
un moment à se rappeler
. a moment to remember.
