Sunday, December 07, 2008
...the lies we tell ourselves are the ghosts that haunt the empty house of midnight.
There is in you, as there is in me, a morbid belief in love, and a fascinaton for the madness that love puts in its victims.
YOu can never tell what people have inside them until you start taking it away, one hope at a time.
They claim a hidden corner of our hearts, all those moments that stay with us unscreamed. That's where love, live elephants, drag themselves to die. It's the place where pride allows itself to cry.
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