Migränekopfschmerz

Don't kid yourself, and don't fool yourself: This love's too good to last, and I'm too old to dream...

Don't grow up too fast, and don't embrace the past: This life's too good to last, and I'm too young to care

This life could be the last, and we're too young to see.

(redescubriendo el Absolution... Por enésima vez)

Fennoscandia

Look to the stars, let hope burn in your eyes

And we'll love and we'll hate and we'll die... All to no avail, all to no avail

This is the last time I'll abandon you

And this is the last time I'll forget you...

I wish I could.

Labyrinth

"I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave".

- Jareth, King of the Goblins, "Labyrinth" (Jim Henson, 1986)

Back from the crypt

So, there we go again. That permanent state of uneasiness never wears off. And I think, by now, it will never do.
Dependant. Weak. Unpleasant to see. Full of the deceit of fake fondness.
Like the Crypt Keeper must feel sometimes.