sábado, 25 de setembro de 2010

It is just that it is delicate to try to hold myself on.

Everything seems so ephemeral, so foggy. It's like Avalon and I can't find the right word or the long pathway to the island. Lost in the mist. No solid objects to hold myself on.

It is just that it is delicate.

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