terça-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2011


My soul has grown silent tonight.
I am sad beyond words, beyond worlds.

I am silent, I am grieving. People crying on TV make me cry as if they were my kin.
I don't want to eat. I know I have to, but I dont want to. I wish mealtimes could just be skipped without notice.
I wish I could pass by without notice, slip away and not have it be a fuss.

I cannot fathom what I am sad about, but it is a sadness as big as my hands, as wet as this rain, and as weary as these lines.

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