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With every wave of feeling that hits me straight — there are myriad of words that come too late… still better late than never — I will say:
I feel lonely for no cause.
And for no cause, I want to be with you alone. I want to leave, but more than that — I want to stay. I want to share, but all I can is bleed. I want to heal, but all I do is hurt.
See, you are already surprised, and you cant adjust to what seems like the darkness of the starless sky.
You wind me up — I talk like a chatterbox. Still can’t speak of anything that has relevance in real life…
My rhythm is off — with the camera, I stand corrected. Stills of moving life are all I have. Stills of life are all I make. Stills of life are all that is left of me…
