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By darwin Date: 2004 Jul 31 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.31.10.09.6800]] |
| it's a tangled web, a lovers soul. a woven masterpiece of time and placement. it shares the fallen fragments from broken hearts past, of the endless nights when tears fell too quickly and easily. it's a string of hope that a lover holds on to, that perhaps their heart will find a resting place one day. a peace within. it's a pattern of resistance to give yourself to someone else, to realize that you don't have to give up your independance to love someone. true love doesn't take away who you are, it makes you shine more brilliantly. and then there are the indiscretions, just a smattering, of the people met in bars or in bookstores or even from the internet. we like to feel people inside of us sometimes. just a good fuck. in the end it just makes up a lovers soul. it brings them to the next lover, and the next...until one day either we're alone or we're with someone. it's all a matter of choice really and as random as the hours of a day. |