Friday, July 11, 2014


I was twisting a flower around my finger until the stem broke. This was in a dream. The question is not whether you are happy or not but whether you should be happy or not. Some people keep quiet and it's strange to hear them speak, but you end up spending the whole night waiting for it anyway. You know that people all have stories. They're playing in your head, all day and at night while you lie in bed, eyes open. And you thought that's what happens for everybody else as well, but maybe that's not the case. 

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