Where all the unsaid things are.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Transient paresthesia

From here and now I reckon the truth of the life I deny everyday.
As painful as to be the one who always stand next in line.
To be the one always waiting, for that
which will happen only if and when another thing happens.

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