the safety of objects
Wednesday, December 7th, 2005foundations that once stood proud began to crumble into infinite pieces. some debris were even reduced to the tiniest particles of dust, blown away to never-where by the fierce winds of change. What once was can never be “IT”.
to be robbed of something that you held precious is an awful experience. to lose something that gives you a sense of security, pride and a reason to dream bigger dreams is like being murdered at that very instant.
a series of unfortunate surprises invaded me this week. I have been lonesome. but I won’t let them bring me down for too long.
may the souls of those heartless pricks now burn on earth, so that they will be reduced to smoking ashes when they will be damned in hell.
