Maia Nebula!

The world is sick, but my smile is intact.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Dreams

Dreams, like eggs, succumb to the first touch of a long fingernail. In white yellow blobs, nobody can tell how perfection used to be contained in such a wreck, how happiness used to be a synonym of such a sorry sight.

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