Of all the things that I would "feel "You're there.
Far, here in quiet ... result of a tear.
I was alone.
In the midst of all this nothingness. Only ...
A cry, dry lining a face drops that I'm too tired to accept it ...
The unbearable sense of inaccuracy, this non-equilibrium that torments me, I burn intensely unnecessary simulations, pain only mentioned and then abandoned the useless memories acts of oblivion only to encumber soul too distressed to go back alone. I'm inexorably sinking into the depths of my emptiness ... I tried ... many times ... but you were not there and I alone have little ...
I tried but I'm falling ... just.
juri
We think a lot less than we know. We know far less than
love. We love a lot less than you could ever love.
And so we are much less than what we are.
Laing
