Just when did it start?

I mean becoming unhappy?I can't even remember..
All that i am sure of is this warm solitude that hangs around me all the time.

01:21 Écrit par supertimba | Lien permanent | Commentaires (3) |  Facebook |


Doucement... Ca vient tout doucement, tout discretement, comme les habitudes...

Écrit par : Un Homme | 27/10/2005

At least it is.. warm. As long as warmth is there nothing could harm a soul. It is when cold gets in the way that we feel alone. So dear embrace this warm loneliness, this aloneness cause this is what makes us who we are.
Loula who found herself in translation

Écrit par : Loula | 28/10/2005

warm? there's no warm solitude.

Écrit par : najlae | 28/10/2005

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