"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often."
— Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
Monday, May 09, 2011
when you wish upon a star...
Fallen
the balance is achingly lost on me.
always in a point of discombobulation and faltering... wavering and teetering.. foolish tower that holds my heart. collapsing over and over again
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