Wednesday, June 17, 2009


Don't talk to me about love. It's nothing but a clever word. Lies, Guilt, Pain and obligation. These would define love better. Bitter tears and accusations. Cruel taunting and angry words. Leave me alone.

The guilt is inescapable. Our children will never be free. I wish you would listen, I wish you would stop. I wish I could fly away.

And I don't even have a window in my room.
Ah, Peter...

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