sábado, 9 de julio de 2011

Decay - Day Fifty Eight

Delightful memories are nostalgic and sad because they are memories.  Even if there was a chance, he would not repeat the memories.  A memory for him is the impression and sentiment of an event.  The event itself gradually fades away in his mind.

Incapable to love, detachment, he is bound to loneliness.  Everything passes by, everything erodes, everything turns to ashes.  His soul is not pure, but empty.  A pitch black void.

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