Thursday, February 17, 2005

I let myself sink into denial by sleeping. Time passes while you're sleeping, the world moves on while you slip away. That way my world remains untainted by reality a world so painful, so imperfect, so full of flaws and scars. In my world i want nothing of that, only porcelain figures, chiselled features, beautiful beyond words, where faces know no such thing as pain and sorrow. Yes that's how i like my world to be, unreal, yet perfect.

Unknown at 12:08 pm