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The gift of chains [Apr. 21st, 2011|07:40 pm]
This feeling of eternal falling never passes. The same faces unchanged in broken mirrors astray. Waiting in emptiness or holding back the explosion? The pain of a struggle forward seems to be the same as trying your hardest to stay perfectly still. Here I am. And that's it. How boring.

I desperately seek shelter in your eyes. To know the heart that owns mine would be the greatest gift. Yet I dance awkwardly with a stranger while the sands fall to the bottom of a broken hourglass. As the night passes we wonder where tomorrow goes in a world standing perfectly still. A bull in a room full of fine china? Softly ravishing his lust in order to keep this fragile storm cloud from fading away. She hands you the dagger, blade first, and you gladly accept. And what are we thankful for? Will I ever know?

I don't know who I am anymore because I know too well who I was.

My father once related to me this way:
"You can take the beast out of the city, but you can't take the city out of the beast."

Everyone says that love makes the world go round. However, the world is turning on without me because I am in love.

I now have everything they told me I would need to be happy. What a joke. I used to reject but now I'm a reject.

She tames the wild horse.