This is meant to be my euphoria, a dwelling of sweet madness, where I can just be myself- a feather behind the veil.
Tuesday, 10 July 2007
You were right
That was always my excuse. I'd rather crawl under a duvet and have a date with a novel. Oh they're beautiful. They take you away, to far away places. But yesterday, I found you were right. Books, wonderful creations though they are, -cannot love.