And a rock feels no pain;And an island never cries.
I am still living in those days … where you lived me alone 🙁
Feeling someone else’s anger is bad; being left alone is worse.
One dead and one alone. That’s how the story ends.
I would like to be with you, but I do love my loneliness too.
Everyone’s moving on without me, into a world I don’t understand.
moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.