24.11.12

Simplicity. Complicity. Melancholy.




I have so many silly, insane words that keep on struggling inside of my mind, on the most deep inside corner of my heart. But my head simply blocks all its way down to my mouth.
Head over heart, they say. Like a battlefield.
No happiness. No sadness. Purely as an ordinary living and empty body. Carrying a heavy mind.
We had the right love. At the wrong time.

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