Monday, January 5, 2009

once again my friend, night, has come. lonely n destitute. killing silence with the unspoken words. just a bit of dim moon light.some sounds of moving vehicles nearby. n echoing solitude.
once again, those who assured of strength have left. once again, there r insights which have n number of questions and 0 answers. once again i am unable to decide between wrong n right. once again im just counting on my heart to tell me where to go, rather than my brains. n once again im paving way to get into that black hole.

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