Thursday, July 19, 2012

Spoken into the Void

Dreaming - pencil and crayon on paper
I wonder if somebody will read my words.
Words lost in the endless net.
Maybe I write just for myself,
to cry the loneliness I feel inside.
All I need is love,
the Beatles were right:
without love we are nothing.
But wich love?
Is enough friends' love?
Children's love?
Parents' love?
Pets' love?
maybe not...

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