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1512 days ago
T o W a t c h Y o u Leaving . . . is to know such pain, it's jagged edges tearing into my soul. As a stake from the garden tears into the warm, dark earth. T o W a t c h Y o u Leaving . . .. knowing all the while that never again will I fit myself, warm with sleep, against your solid back. Nor hear your steady breathing. Or feel the beating of your heart. T o W a t c h Y o u Leaving . . . aware in every moment of every day that my dreams, my future; once tied with silken ribbons to yours, will never come to be. And the mornings once so silent and hopeful, us gazing at the mountains and so gently awaiting forever - are now but small pieces of my past. T o W a t c h Y o u Leaving . . . your heart a tight fist of anger and your dry eyes betraying nothing of you. I cry for both of us, my love, because you will not. T o W a t c h Y o ...
1567 days ago
I hate quotations. Tell me what you know There is no present or future, only the past, happening over and over again, now. The awful thing about life is that everyone has their reason. Nothing is known. Everything is imagined. There are no stupid questions. Only stupid people. Someone who knows too much finds it hard not to lie. In seeking the good of others, we find our own. There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night. Words are all we have, so we must be careful about how we use them. Sometimes one pays most for the things one gets for nothing. It is necessary to get behind someone before you can stab him in the back.
