In an instant, love can turn into hate.
For love and hate are both as strong, as intense, as gut-wrenching.
I have, many times, crossed the thin line between love and hate.
Like the Viking ship, one end being love and the other hate.
I love you and I hate you.
It’s the same difference. Or not.
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Did you know there are 43 trillion possible arrangements of the Rubik's Cube? I'm convinced this must be the number that can help me define my self. Go figure!
dEliRiuM
I am a child of the night
My name was formerly Delight
In the chaos I wander, out of sight
My soul has sunk to the depths, risen to the heights
I am sister of Dream
My trail leads you to a bubbling stream
Under the stars, I catch a moonbeam
My soul remembers to sing, to breathe, to sigh, to scream
dEliRiuM is me
Learning to be free
Let go of me
Don’t let go of me
My name was formerly Delight
In the chaos I wander, out of sight
My soul has sunk to the depths, risen to the heights
I am sister of Dream
My trail leads you to a bubbling stream
Under the stars, I catch a moonbeam
My soul remembers to sing, to breathe, to sigh, to scream
dEliRiuM is me
Learning to be free
Let go of me
Don’t let go of me
mOmENts iN TiMe
cOnNecT @
fRieNDs oF dEliRiuM
copyright 2007-2013 by jcjc
1 comment:
Many moons ago there was a girl I loved - as much as anyone from the age of 9-16 could anyhow. And while that love faded with time, I never forgot her or it. And I was fortunate enough to learn from it, and live.
I pray you'll be blessed with the happiness you deserve, and that you'll find peace and contentment in yor heart.
From an old friend ;-)
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