Welcome to my life, conveniently located in the flames of hell.
見ぬが花。
You know the girl but not who she really is. You know what she does but not what she becomes. You know what she needs but not what makes her complete. You know her voice but not the song that she sings. You know her scent but not the odour her individuality reeks of. You know her skin but not the way that she touches. You know her words but not her thoughts.
You know her. But not the girl she is.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
