Saturday, August 28, 2010

your only history

It's the fear of not knowing that plagues me.
I can deal with either of the consequences, I think.
But to never know, is the humiliation and deceit that I cannot control.
I guess that's why it's called trust.
I have every reason to trust you so far and to continue to do so, so why is it still between us.
Trust and the burden it plays, from a past not yet forgotten.
Forgetting my only history is hard.
Bless me with liberty.

Oh fuck it, enough with the emotional drooling..

images via. Johnnys

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