sâmbătă, aprilie 03, 2010


I recall when our lives were unusual and electric. 
When we burned with something close to fire. 
But now we sway to a different rhythm...Lives lived without meaning or even directed hope. 
The passage of time measured only by loss. Loss of a job, loss of a minivan...loss of someone you love... 
I wish I were irational and love you again.I wish you were more rational and care.

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