Porcelain heart, what must I do to make you stronger? Your walls crumble at the slightest touch, you mend quite well I must say, but shatter again once you are touched once more.
You are so empty and cold inside, passionate, but what's left is cold and stale.
You are having a trying time sustaining my body.
My body feels cold and weak, my eyes on the verge of leaking tears, there's a tugging ache ever so often in my chest. Having a bite of chocolate spreads warmth to every corner of my body. This reminds me of the dementor effect, where one is reminded of his worst experiences, and left feeling demolished after an attack. Where having a bite of chocolate can bring happiness and warm up one's very soul.
That is fantasy, but it feels cool that chocolate has the same effect on me. I shall continue to bask in fantasy.
Just as I continue to wallow in sadness.
I went off @
9:56 AM
Trying time
Sunday, June 8, 2008