| Monday, September 18, 2006, 12:11:25 PM |
Stumbling in the dark, some cold air blows past me... Is it the darkness of solitude? Or the blackness of a crowd of countless? Whichever way the wind blows, it sounds like solitude, the solitude of many and the solitude of none. Arms stretched out, I grasp the air, hold it, embrace it, till it becomes the company I have been looking for... |
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