008, My Curse
I concede now that my curse is that I shall always be loved, yet fail to love.
To dream those things which are so close to reality that they seem almost trivial to think of in such terms.
To grow sick when idle, and obsess with productive.
To create beauty, and hide it from the world.
And to know what I want, yet fail to come to terms with the fact that it might not exist...
How long then does one search for something that may never be obtained?
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*sticks her nose in*
Hard to escape cliches here but I try.
It does exist. It may be obtained. We're alike in a sense, the idea of taking what's there purely because it's there is not an appealing one. May take a little longer than most but I'd be willing to bet a slightly used MUD and an aging cat that it's not going to evade you forever.
*purrs and limes*
Posted by: Strega | September 28, 2004 07:46 PM