"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. "
---William Shakespeare
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Why?
Why does, it feel like an itching dark feeling.
How dark my heart is, the "mara" that is within us all.
The light that brings the dark.
I dislike this feeling.
Comments bug me, actions bug me.
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