Jun 2015
The jester mask breaks,
The pieces condemns you,
Voiceless screams,
endless dripping of blood and despair,
And yet, the show needs to go on,
The fool's play must continue,
Till the time for you to leave the stage comes.
The pieces condemns you,
Voiceless screams,
endless dripping of blood and despair,
And yet, the show needs to go on,
The fool's play must continue,
Till the time for you to leave the stage comes.
“‘I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world,’ I said after giving it some thought. ‘I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.’”
— Norwegian Wood , Haruki Murakami
— Norwegian Wood , Haruki Murakami
(Port Swettenham)
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