Knowing shatters all hopes and brings bitternesss along,
When I know not what, I continue to hope in spite of hope,
At least then deep within the silver imaginations live,
So let me lie in my make-belive silver web,
And then when I have to die let the silver strings strangle me,
To my ideal ignorant death.
-Monica
A flight into nothingness, courting the chaos, blabbering expressions, lasting dreaminess.....an attempt to defy reality and search myself in the lost ideal...
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