Thursday, 28 November 2013

It Seemed A Place For Us To Dream

     I understand the situation. I can't understand the tension. I am filled with incoherrence. On my own for far too long. Just a monotonous year. Nothing different. You can make as much noise as you want. Back on a fleeting paradise. On melancholy hill.
     Distance or farness is a numerical description of how apart objects are. Reality is the state of things as they actually exist, rather than as they may appear or be imagined. It's so easy for us to sit together, but it's so hard for our hearts to combine.
     Space is the place.

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