course not;

July 21, 2011
Sometimes when I hear my heart crying, even when my heart is a thousand miles away, I think that this excruciating, soulless sound is the howl that keeps terrified people awake at night, that mists up an uncontrollable fear in the dark, that spins this masochistic cycle of following the smiles until they suck you dry and you follow another promise, because you need some warmth in you again, and yet, you still end up emptier than before.
And when I hear this horrible crack that trembles in the depths of me, I think, this must be what happened when the sun fell in love with the moon, but then I shake my head, because this is what happened when the demons drowned the seas.

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