peregrin (wannabe) in exile
I wish I could be a strangerstanding on a hill, at the edge of a forest
dividing my pain, till it is as light as dust
turning my sorrow into laughter
yes! there is only me! laughing at myself
Feeling the tranquility of the quietness
Freeing myself from every bond
With the soft whisper of a breeze
I am at the closest with my cause
But then...
then...
My heart is content but my blood is still rushing in my veins
my tears has been shed but my soul keeps longing
and I am starving of shared emotion
I am sorry but I cannot be always true to my soul
an anonymous, an infinite freedom and tranguility
yet this is also an unbearable non-existence
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Zürich, 22.09.06
posted by peregrin @ 11:10 pm
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