Torn
October 6, 2008
Mornings are like blissful storms. Ironic, ain’t it? This is one of those days.
I’m torn. Between knowing and believing, reality and hopeful fantasies. Between sacrifices and wanton wants, today and tomorrow. I’m a walking contradiction. And signs of strain are showing.
And… I just can’t find the words to express these funny rumblings. This is something rare.
“And he looked intensely into her eyes, as they’re filled with tears as pure as crystals. As if something resonated violently. He wasn’t sure if he wants to know…”
