In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing. Vincent Van Gogh
Thursday, October 7, 2010
leap.
you stand there upon the filthy floor which you belong to, as confused as ever, empty minded, nothing stirs your pulse, your life, blood, vain, breath stands for absolutely nothing, your next step frighteningly unknown, you contemplate on wither or not to be brave and take the step, but is it really brave or is it just plain reckless, now with a new step you may arrive on a fresh clean floor, a brand new horizon, or you just might fall deeper within the darkest wholes of this universe, which will it be?
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