Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Fools, aloof, ramble.

At times I am a damned fool.
Looking into a face that isn't really there, into eyes that won't see me.
It doesn't help.

A fool isn't always aloof.
Say goodbye and walk away for good, without really walking away.
Holding on tightly.

What the hell am I going on about?
This is what happens when you just kind of start writing whatever pops into your head.
You remember lost love

And ramble.

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