i am afraid to come home though i think i am stronger. when i do, i realize that everything is the same as if i've never been far away - it's as if time has stood still.
yet, when i look around, i don't recognize anyone, anything at all.
the same chairs, the same trees, the same bed, the same faces - they are mere ghosts.
coming home is not homecoming. but still i wish for it be so.
Monday, February 11, 2008
cinema paradiso
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