but the tigers come at night


There goes another dream.

How many more of these dreams must slip through me, how many more compromises until I become just a heap of settled second bests. It's an all and nothing situation--I give all of my nothings and get nothing at all. I'm tired of striving. And don't tell me I give up too easy, because I know I do. The war between the romantic me and the realistic me rages on.

Nihilo ex nihilo.

10.19.02 - 12:03 a.m.


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