Tuesday, December 08, 2009. Both hearts beat in metronome. an outer body of prudence. I no longer have the voice to say it. though, i have the same ears that are continually hearing it. Thursday, April 16, 2009. I love you, still. What I hear from you is ugly, what I see in you is Human. And I love you, still. Saturday, February 07, 2009. It becomes quite clear that we .

Of the starry skies and the wispy clouds. At the edge of the abyss with me. I wonder, my dear. Cracked by the whips of fate. This first day of the rest of out lives. Should we live in clouds on the horizon. Or in the deep valleys flanked by the mountains. You will always light my sky. In the dark of night.