| loneliness in her hands |
| loneliness in her hands |
| walk on Current mood: lonely Category: Life I've stopped thinking. and i'm dumb waiting for the Great Mystery hug. I've been looking for it wandering about the streets in a city that doesn't belong to me, I've been looking for it letting water drop on me to shut my pain up. yet i've just met the other's rage and i've been annihilated. like i was annihilated as a child before someone raising their voice, a slap in the face i didn't understand. i'm not cut out for life. i don't have nails. i always expect understanding, explanations, love. but i can't change. and i'll keep on roaming with my disability to live, listening to the distant echo of the Great Mystery which will ease my pain. i don't know how to live but i know how to love. and i'll keep on walking trying not to to tread on the ant crossing my path. [link] [link] |

I appreciate it.
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"Seeing" the UNusual...EVERY DAY
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"Seeing" the UNusual...EVERY DAY
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peace and love
i am what I imagine. my very existence consists in my imagination of myself
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"Imaginer les choses vaut mieux que de se les rappeler"
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"Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at." - Berger
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And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet
William Blake
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"Seeing" the UNusual...EVERY DAY
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"Seeing" the UNusual...EVERY DAY
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"Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at." - Berger
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