it ends. no matter how it does or when, it ends all the same.
and people move on. i never believed time heals all wounds, again it only blunts the edges of the knife ever so slightly as it passes by. but i will have faith. i will have faith in time.
it's what i have left after all.:)
u moved me.Friday, March 05, 2010
whispers
There is a pleasure sure in being mad
which none but madmen know
Don't wish. Don't start. Wishing only wounds the heart. -Wicked
