May 31, 2004

Why look for greener grass if brown's your favourite colour?





Looking for a comfort that never comes.

But nestled in comfort is an odd discomfort that pushes doubt and dismay onto all those things you chased for all those years.

Shadows creep into the dreams you thought worth dreaming. Dream, nightmare, nightmare, dream.

Ambition or apathy. Take your pick, it's all the same to me.

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