

RejectionAnd sometimes, A few evenings, Its favorite ones,Rejection
I pull myself apart, Encouraged by the words it whispers I tear myself down into pieces once again Hoping that I will find
The one that's missing.


Your singning voiceLook a little more high,Your singning voice
there is only space anyway, above, down, a rope swinging, to the rhythm of my heart
which does not beat any more. Slowly, you take one step closer to a thick black that becomes thicker when you shout my name.
Sometimes I hear you, some resonance,
some ends of words not yet erased.
With your blade you cut out the question,
a little more, a little less, always opposite to reason
because it never makes any sense.
And then a note barely resound, a second,
well I thought I understood, but I didn't because nothing as &n
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I Like your glasses
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Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
~ by Leo Buscaglia ~
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