If only.
June 17, 2009
Every beat adds tension and tension only brings emotion.
I’ve never heard you scream so loud and mean it. Ribbons of violence don’t commonly appear in such great numbers. The words “I can’t” only tell me one thing: winter starts now.
There will be no Autumn. Trees will die and take their leaves and we’ll be left with echoes and bare branches.
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June 26, 2009 at 10:35 pm
Nick,
I still need to meet and talk to you.
I do.