Beyond Words

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Is qadar to keemti na tha mera chain-o-sukoon. . . .

Loot k le gaya wo kisi anmol khazaney ki tarah. . . .

Posted by B at 8:43 AM

B: What's written on here is always from the darkest corners of my mind and the bottom of my heart. Writing helps clear my head. Sometimes the photos say what I can't. This is me, even if I don't know who that is yet "Im the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Cheshire cat , someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony clownish curve will remain as an ironic remnant. I am the girl you see in a photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park who is in fact soon to be gone. When you look at that photograph again I want to assure you, I will no longer be there. I will be erased from history like a traitor in the Soviet Union. Because with everyday that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible."

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