160 of our passion all for that one moment of yours
Sitting in the train, shaken by the motion, the feeling of the evergrowing distance between them, suffocating with a cold mood, she recognized the signs of inhuman love. By certain signs she recognized all her pretenses. Every time she had pretended to feel more than she felt, she experienced this sickness of heart, this cramp and tenseness of her body. By this sign she recognized her insecurities. At the core nothing was ever false. Her feeling never deceived her. It was only her imagination which deceived her. Her imagination could give a color, a smell, a beauty to things, even a warmth which her body knew very well to be unreal.
In her head there could be a great deal of acting and many strange things could happen in there, but her emotions were sincere and they revolted, they prevented her from getting lost down the deep corridors of her inventions. Through them she knew. They were her eyes, her divining rod, they were her truth.
In her head there could be a great deal of acting and many strange things could happen in there, but her emotions were sincere and they revolted, they prevented her from getting lost down the deep corridors of her inventions. Through them she knew. They were her eyes, her divining rod, they were her truth.