How
true can love be and why do we hang on to it? Do you know the torture
of uncertainty and how does one survive the constant craving? Knowing
and not knowing at the same time, an answer clear as the sun on the
horizon.Suddenly clouds appear and al clarity is gone, vanishes just
like the ground beneath her feet.
Was it something I said, he asks. I
don't know, she says. Was it?
She saw a flash
of lightning and then was blinded by it. Now she stumbles through the
dark and someone took her hand, guiding her after he told her: Trust me.
16-01-2006 om 00:00
geschreven door LaReineMargot
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