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

Monday, March 19, 2007
@10:59 PM

Wrote three different poems on three occasions.
Took one stanza out of each and pieced them together.
Here it goes.

Feb. 23rd, 2007
And in this exchange of wits,
will we not have something in common?
To yearn but deny every emotion,
is a pain in every lie to cover.

Feb. 24th, 2007
Yet I fail to dress my emotion well,
let slip and exposed my heart.
Now I stand bare before your very eyes,
what do you not see? I ask.

Feb. 25th, 2007
Should the day come,
would we hope to see each other again?
Nothing more, nothing less,
that's all I would have of you, no less.

Three occasions,
conveying different messages,
loosely connected.


I was playing around with the order of sequence.
This was the best.
Coincidentally, check out the dates.
That's good.

...

Yea, maybe I should start writing again.
I remembered.

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