wishxfulthinker
07/04/03, 11:04 PM
Trace the desperate screams of sunlight. Seconds before it's pulled under the horizon. The compassion and romanticism that's associated with sunset, perhaps is a notion lacking of the violence...Of the destruction of beauty. I once read that perfection is only but a moment. A single moment for the peak of sunset...a single moment for the drip of twilight...a single moment for love to rise. Put as perfection is only the moment, love too will come crashing down screaming with the sunset, and dragging me down. And blissed is the moment before collision. Slow.Motion.Eyesclosed.Open.Love.Ta ke a fucking picture.