If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. (:

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

If I ran away, I'd never have the strength to go very far. How would they hear the beating of my heart? Will it go cold? The secret that I hide - will I grow old? How would they hear? When will they learn? How would they know?