Saturday, 19 September 2009


Where things were once about fate and parallel universes, they are now about luck.

Where there once was a lover, there is now a friend.

Where there was once affection in your voice, there is just impatient hesitation.

Where there once was a lover, there will never be another.

This place is no more.


Fareed said...

Whipped, when had better worshiped
Stoned, when had better atoned.

mehreenkasana said...

If you play Near To You by Fine Frenzy while reading this, it hurts. :)

Opeth still kicks ass though.