; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

Thursday, 26 August 2010

star crossed

it is a dangerous stretch to say that i'm fine—to say that my sky isn't a new grey hue peppered with heavy clouds. but i have to say that i'm ecstatic because while the time we had wasn't long, i was happy every second.

that's all i ever wanted from you.

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