User: | chatona |
Date: | 2007-10-20 23:33 |
Subject: | prompt #004 |
Security: | Public |
Tags: | #004, prompt |
We're damaged people // drawn together
By subtleties that we are not aware of
Disturbed souls // playing out forever
These games that we once thought we would be scared of
When you're in my arms // the world makes sense
There is no pretence // and you're crying
When you're by my side // there is no defence
I forget to sense I'm dying
Depeche Mode - Damaged People
Copyright: nevertorun
[...] And he would wake sometimes in grief, sometimes with the old sense of joy and release; the pillow sometimes wet, sometimes the sheets.
There was some open space between what he knew and what he tried to believe, but nothing could be done about it, and if you can't fix it you've got to stand it.
Annie Proulx - Brokeback Mountain