Tuesday, May 03, 2005
We pass by each other on the steps...
... and barely glanced at each other. You were talking to your friends with food in your hands. I presume dinner with your meetings and plans. I was on my way to the canteen.
It has been a while, yet it seemed like eternity. It was so different not that long ago, but everything has changed. Perhaps I could pretend; perhaps you could too. It will still be an illusion though. Broken cups can never be mended again. The cracks will always be there. ¶ 7:46:00 pm
It has been a while, yet it seemed like eternity. It was so different not that long ago, but everything has changed. Perhaps I could pretend; perhaps you could too. It will still be an illusion though. Broken cups can never be mended again. The cracks will always be there. ¶ 7:46:00 pm
