Mar 09, 2003 17:47
( FRIENDS ONLY )
Maybe the kind of love I believed in was something you could never have in real life. This represents some of the tears I couldn't cry, some of the terror behind my smiling eyes. This exists because one morning as the sun was coming up I told myself that I had to swallow up all of the fear and garbage around me, and once it was inside me I had to transform it all into beauty. Because maybe someone will love me for it.