Saturday, July 12, 2008

This is how


My life's a devious road and all i do is take crossed and clumsy steps...
"Ah, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in? So fair, yet so cold like a morning of pale Spring still clinging to Winter."

1 comment:

Vl@d said...

incerc sa ma prind care picior e care...i'll figure it out , nu ma las