Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
A Kind of Suicide
Its like a kind of suicide. You need someone to represent you, one to say the things you wouldn't think, one to act on your behalf, be the bold you, hold your hand for you, make you smile for you. Decide for you, be your guide for you, be the singer that you are, the poet that you could be, helping you to breathe easily without responsibility, live your life for you, by killing the life that is within you, and you are the one with the dagger at your throat.
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