domingo, 11 de dezembro de 2011

"sometimes i feel like i’m losing the battles for a war i don’t understand. sometimes i feel like i don’t know what i’m talking about.
like i’m chasing causes that have no consequences i can feel, taste, smell.
do you ever stumble in the dark? does it make you afraid? when you tread a tightrope who stops you falling?
sometimes i ride cars to nowhere. eat butterflies when i’m not hungry.
do you see now?"

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