blaachh,
i decided to delete my old account (cz it sucked)
and create a new one, with the same title (so uncreative)
grrhhh?
i decided to delete my old account (cz it sucked)
and create a new one, with the same title (so uncreative)
grrhhh?
Gilles de la Tourette syndrome. It's a beautiful name I think. I was born with it. Starting now. It'll get worse before it gets better. My shoulders, my fingers, and imitating. Spitting. It's a voice in your head that makes you do the opposite of what you're supposed to. It makes you break rules. But sometimes breaking rules is good. So I like to think about it that way.
Diving with Teteh, December 2009 - Bali
You cannot quit me so quickly
No corner you could squeeze me
The space between
The tears we cry
Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
The space between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep safe from the pain
But will I hold you again?
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
Waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted games we're playing
The Space Between
What's wrong and right
Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you
The Space Between
Your heart and mine
Is the space we'll fill with time