aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - these pictures, these words, they sing a better world than this one. the place promised in our early days. here, i just have a feeble distant sun that scarcely limps over the south hills, blood that never warms my fingers. but everywhere else.. there's a little cottage with a lighthouse and the sea. or there are sakura falling at five centimeters per second. or there are the free people across the sea who take your face and give you a dead man's life. anything's better than cold beds and silent phones and questions you fear to ask. i've seen the life i want, but i'll be anywhere else until it shows up 10:09 a.m. - 2013-03-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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