Snap out of it Fiona!

He was there, behind the velvet curtains laced with the intricately-woven gold rope. I pulled it aside only to see his sallow eyes in the gaping emptiness behind. He asked me what I would do in his situation... I didn't know what to say. I'd never been in his situation, I never could imagine what it would be like. But I did feel, yes I did feel, the lack of compassion in that other one. He possesses a made-up, artifical compassion. And he came crashing down to earth, little angel that he'd been. His wings were broken, he was human once again. Why would you say something you don't mean? Why would little things in people ignite such a reaction within you? It's something minor, let it go. But no, they cling on to it for all they're worth. The other one, with whom this relationship has ended... we've set adrift on different trajectories. But if we can let ourselves grow that distant, was this relationship ever that important to us... because if it had been, wouldn't we have made an effort to stay in touch? I was blessed, instead, with a judgemental old man and some young twits. And I sank into the depths of hopelessness, then I rose...

Now I am in awe of this photo... I have been for quite long...


Yes yes, I know that his butt-crack shows. Call it lewd or w/e but I love it. Look at the henna tattoo on his back... exquisite! =P

Haha... *swoon*
Snap out of it Fiona!