Am feeling it.
The insignificance... the impotence... the inadequacies felt by a silent scream.
The desire and the longing that remains futile.
The yearning for the end of everything.
The need for everything to finish its course.
And it's always the darkest before dawn...
Tuesday, May 2, 2006
The Unbearable Lightness of Being.
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