I'm incapable of reaching towards anything, anyone, anymore.
To have one simple desire dangling above your head ...
it's unbearable
Are you feeling like you're tangled in a web of tales?
Every direction is adverse in one way or another
These cruelties only become worse over time ...
grievous, acute, the severity expands
the basis of ecstasy is long lost in the shadows of dire
No matter how determined you are,
is it possible?
Nothing feels possible anymore.
comparatively, we long for potential prospects
The easiest of the selective, is to yearn
to yearn for a day that we might feel compelled to follow the shadows
that we might feel bliss
intimacy, attachment, the warmth contracts
it's not so much that I feel myself slipping
but I have slipped far beyond the silhouettes ..
I've contoured to the luster of vibrant desolation
melancholy, heartache, my eyes swell up with tears
-ヒロト
Wednesday, November 19th, 2008
Boys can cry ....
