Trace the moment.

From then onward,
When the night falls,
It was already too late to refuse,
It was too late to stop loving you.
So let yourself free,
Run to deliverance,
It was already too late to return,
It was too late to start again.

BEATRICE

Art, books, films, photos.

02/12/2006 - 02/19/2006
07/30/2006 - 08/06/2006
11/26/2006 - 12/03/2006
12/10/2006 - 12/17/2006
12/17/2006 - 12/24/2006
12/24/2006 - 12/31/2006
12/31/2006 - 01/07/2007
01/28/2007 - 02/04/2007
02/04/2007 - 02/11/2007
02/11/2007 - 02/18/2007
03/04/2007 - 03/11/2007
03/18/2007 - 03/25/2007
04/08/2007 - 04/15/2007
05/06/2007 - 05/13/2007

Saturday, February 17, 2007

@12:32 PM

Waist down,
she denies her lust.

...

What have you denied so far?
Your anger?
Your love?
Your lies?
Your talent?
Your goals?
Your passion?
Your dreams?
Your emotions?
Your faith?
Your courage?
Your belief?

It never ends, does it?

...

How much similar can denying and lying be?

I remembered.