[::Back to basics::]

[ Sunday, August 01, 2004 ]

 

The feeling of belonging, sense of belonging.
Belongs to what, which and where?
The word 'lost' seem to come to mind.
The stillness of the night, the peace that comes with it
settles in. The bitterness, the feeling of a patient on a drip, life seems to be slowly fading away as the time passes on. A thin fine life line which everything balances on.

The time has come. Its time. Time to pull the plug.
It is done. The deed was done, now as we slowly see it fades away..............

 

:: Inscribed by Kai [1:59 AM] ::

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So here's your holiday, hope you enjoy this time, you take it all away.. It was mine, so when your are dead and gone.. Hope you remember this night twenty years now lost, its not right

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