\"This is my November;these are my rain covered dreams

68.Two nights ago a simple slap drowned that part of me which raised a lively root of contradictions, colourful picture of misunderstandings, glorious seconds shattered in ideal harmony. I thought I could and should compete with them. I would have till the end of time, however I’m never gonna be given the chance for I was thinking about you while you were playing along without possessing mirrored intentions from my soul. I gave it all up, now I’m trying to establish how to look into those crystalline eyes of yours, when to whisper beyond what you show, the moment to embrace or even touch your hair… fall into your everything or not… never shall I consider it a fairy story, outstanding performance in a cruel night. It feels empty now… at the same time foolish and outrageous for I’ve heard an illusion. Covered my blues with yellow leaves Hurt my entireness How do you rebuild your complete vision concerning the one next to you knowing you’ve been wrong about that individual’s feelings all along? Do you see yourself as silly, stupid when realising you have revealed the thought you’ve both known all along, taking into consideration that the proofs of reciprocity never faded away?( Even when you said it, they were breathing heavily at the same time, with matching faces and approval for a kiss) Sunday, 11 November 2007 00:49:11