this is my heart.

month

June 2012

Overwriting- cannot be done. Not as in database, but as in what you cannot erase. It is that disturbing moment in which you find yourself holding onto your own mind with bare hands. And like water, it slips through your B R O K E N fingers. Has it been too much yet? or Should I pour you some more sorrow? A lady always knows when to leave.

“It must come to the point where you no longer believe, no longer care for it....”

“There is a thin, very thin line between just being used to something and...”