Tuesday, January 18, 2011

The Broken Mind

There was something about this room. A magical, surreal and dark one, yet would always captivate me to stroll myself back inside over and over again. Not that I did not experience any pain, or worse, suffer inside, I really did went through them all million times. It was merely a matter of time, might be in a minute, or a second.. you would not see me in the surrounding as I had teleported myself back.

There is a wall that runs right through me
Just like this city I will never be joined
What is this love? Why can I never hold it?
Did it really run out? In those strangers bedrooms.
(Kreuzberg - Bloc Party)

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