Thursday, October 1, 2009
"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another."
-Anatole France
Seems like my eyes are blinded in this paradox
And am really crippled by what this life has to offer.
Cognizances brought poignancy to my simple mind
Sudden delusion strikes my bones, and now I am breakable
This absurd feeling must end, don't wanna be desolated,
Yes, solitariness is my comfort but upto what extent?
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