The signal is subtle
We pass just close enough to touch
No questions, no answers
We know by now to say enough
With only simple words
With only subtle turns
The things we feel alone for one another
There is a secret that we keep
I won't sleep if you won't sleep
Because tonight may be the last chance we'll be given
We are compelled to do what we must do
We are compelled to do what we have been forbidden
So I won't sleep if you won't sleep tonight
Friday, February 10, 2006
getting trampled on
i always notice how tolerant i am, without any or most consideration for how i feel. i let people step all over me, and i don't make a sound. but deep inside i could possibly be very well fuming or enraged or spiteful.
i really have no idea how far i can take this tolerance. sometimes i scare myself. the one thing i'm afraid that this will lead me to, is the point of a major breakdown. and i'm not speaking generally here. i mean cross over to "other side". you know what they say about insanity, "once you cross over, there's no turning back."
and i can almost grasp that point of no return.
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Wani
23/02/1986 (Pisces)
(Psychology & Communications) Monash University
Chatting, chilling, poetry, movies, making love, making out.
Tigger & Princess
In love with love; cynical with a hint of tease. ;) LOVE THE WORLD AND SMILE AT THE STRANGER.
