"a woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets, scoop the water out of it and you will unearth another deep well of water still..."
i am waiting for tomorrow... i cannot live for today, your silence is unbearable... yes tomorrow when you will become just a mere butterfly perched on my windowsill... i wish i could summon the gods to transform you into a fading memory... but they are more evasive... how can you teach a heart to disown itself momentarily?
i remember you still but now it is more like a passing thought... i am afraid i do not even know now if i can still recognize your voice from a distance. i have come to terms with myself. this is all that there is to it. there is more to waiting than the ceasing of wants...but this time, i have resolved not to wait for you.
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