Tuesday, January 15, 2008
justifying melodrama, the poisonous thrill of hated possibilities
Am I the only one who takes perverse pleasure in freaking myself out! To indulge in imagined grief! To imagine the myriad incarnations of finality! Where no more beginnings can take place, the death of all what ifs. Such macabre sweetness lies in the creation of these waking dreams - hopefully fallow, that is. At least, my arrogant self will have it so, but then, I am hardly omnipotent.
6th of Feb is so far away, and the 25th, even further
she procrastinated @ 18:49 |
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