"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Tuesday, December 22, 2009


everything just kind of pools together into one blob
I don't know whats in it, but its just there...
Nothing makes sense and nothing is distinguished.
A heavy heart makes for a heavy head.
or is it the other way around?
Regardless, where it is heavy, it hurts.
So I hurt, and i cry, and I hurt some more.

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