I could argue with hate this cold sentence compeled to dance alone in this fantasy place, but no. I learned to love this espace...It's black, and you can't guess it's begining or it's ending, It's wide, ample, Timeless… and It's only mine.
I hold loneliness as hard as I can, because it's my only company. tender, only she does not run away, ever. Doesn't trick me with crasy friendship storyes or pretender friends and pretender cases to make belive everything is ok! she sits here beside me, while on the other side the reality waits for me.
If only I could cry... If only I could tell everything in a prety story, I would.
But only lonlyness knows me, the whispers, and knows the tears while they fall, hiden in images and sentimental writing. And she dos not speak.
(I read this few words in a blog I visit once in a while, as I do not have the gift to put my feelings in words, I use others, when I feel the message they pass thru)
10.03.06 9:36:37 this is when my time stoped.......*b