lundi 13 décembre 2010

Icarus

Thirst. My mind dries while longing for my fate. Blind to what is to come, lust overcomes fear and steps are made, one after another. I thought I had lost you, but you were hidden where I couldn't search for you. Nobody can run from what they have to become, but it's a run worth to make.
Whatever the path, whatever the deeds, whatever the sacrifices, they will be taken. Willingly or not.
Remember who you are here to become.
Abandon all hope, only then there will be any.

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Anonyme a dit…

inspirerande som alltid ***