miercuri, 26 iunie 2013

Closure

I have never been good with words.They  have always sound better in my mind than exhaled in the purely moistured air...I become stonned when it comes to advice.I swallow their sweetness deliberately and they simply go out perfumed with pity and remorse.Against my will I can't speak them fluently as I intend..to praise  a misunderstandable journey.To make it less painfull.a bargain.a masked player with hearts and minds maybe anticipating their next step and move.
A fortune teller or a slave of the unknown?A blessing or a curse?
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