I was so small, but I had within me an immense power for living.I had gathered all the starlight in the universe into my eyes in order to bathe you in its glow. A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
:: The Tale of the Rose Consuelo, de Saint -Exupery

Friday, June 29, 2007

:: From an updated profile of my bestfriend


Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory
as the wish to forget it.

~Morgaine