dialogue #154843
what kind of pain is this? it doesn't sting, it throbs in every limb and every organ.
so wholesome, this pain.
what kind of emptiness is this? there is less and less in my cup, when i try to fill it up.
so stubborn, this emptiness.
where can a shadow run away to? it is only there where is light. in the dark, the shadow fades away into other shadows. tonight, the great dark shadow orgy!
about time you grew up, son.
let's end on a wish! i wish my heart didn't fall into my gut, every time i think of you.
wishful thinking come from the same spring as self pity.