Wednesday, May 19, 2010
In the forest of solitude, one would try to scrape some trail to his heart, along which he hides and waits for someone. Yet there's anyone to come, he would leave it to scrape another one, along which in darkness he hides and waits again. And in solitude one would go on non-stop, till the day his heart becomes an isolated island.
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