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Mar 28, 2006 09:14

I’ve cured myself at the greatest of costs.

Developed strength only to lose gentleness.

Forced motivation only to misplace passion.

Gained love only to forget desire.

Although… I cannot allow myself walk backwards, to slip back into those old shoes and familiar masks without some acquired philosophy would seem disastrous.

The dream was so precious and fragile, and I’ve reached great risk by placing it into the hands of the dangerous and corrupt.

I dream so little these days.
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