Baby you're lost,
Baby you're lost,
Baby you're a lost cause.
It's a circle broken yet again.
For everything we've left behind and everything else we continue to share, only one thing is certain - that the passage of time is utterly impersonal. The moon and stars which look so stunningly pretty tonight seem to taunt us for the brevity and impermanence of human experience, for they are but onlookers of this cruel spectacle. The form is eternal blah blah blah; it hardly provides any comfort at this point.
~ (reason > emotion)
If anyone even tries, I swear I'll rip your throat out.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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