You just know it. You can feel it.But not explain it.
It's just like when you walk in to your bedroom one day and you just know somethings has been moved.
The difference is so small that you can't detect it when you try.
It's like something in the corner of your eye bothering you but no matter how much you turn your head, it stays in the corner of your eye.
.
When you know it you know it's nothing new.
You've seen it all the time, you just didn't know it.
It was scary when you didn't know what it was.
Now it just is.
.
And the feeling that follows.
.
Shakespear said love does not alter with alteration.
Well.
Dead things can't change.
Det står en clown i mina kläder, svär att allting är okej, h(o)n låtsas sol i alla väder, och lever lyckligt utan dig. -Totta Näslund
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
The eye of anticlimax
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