Saturday, October 11, 2008
Who knows what true happiness is, not the conventional word. but the naked terror. To the lonely themselves, that wears a mask, the most miserable outcast hugs some memory. or some illusion.
Who knows what true happiness is, not the conventional word. but the naked terror. To the lonely themselves, that wears a mask, the most miserable outcast hugs some memory. or some illusion.