11 May, 7 PM
Tuesday, 12. May 2009, 07:13:48
When you think of it for a long time it really is funny. Funny how at the end of the day you are left with none but yourself in that greyly evening rain. No one to wait for, no one to blame, not even a whit of tear in your cheeks to prove the agony inside. Just the funny feeling. The touch of a sneer in your lips. Just the overwhelming solitude. Just you and your shamed, sneered-at, self. Funny how you are the reason the evening is grey and the dreams green and the eyes black. Funny how we all are reasons for our own evening rains. The evenings go in “just-another” dreams that never came true. And you are left with the heavy guilt of having ever dreamt such dreams.
And it is only at the end of the rain, at the first gold touch of twilight, that you see. The angels never come.
Symphony
11 May, '09
And it is only at the end of the rain, at the first gold touch of twilight, that you see. The angels never come.
Symphony
11 May, '09
WIDGETIZE
Kimberly # 12. May 2009, 17:46
steven # 12. May 2009, 18:05
you know, artists have to suffer to show their real talent
you obviously suffer, useless to tell you "i'm sorry"
better to say what i've said
Fahima Al Farabi # 23. July 2009, 16:31
B. Mazumder # 24. July 2009, 06:38