could hear the pray..
sky and paddy fields..
the stormy raining...
and me..
i am in the center of these busy talks among them..
and love sits quite with me..
Is it my life..a controlled dream? And you laughed at me.. Ok stop reading and thinking like thats the only thing you want in life! Lets go out and have cappuccino.. I love you
Paul Varjak : You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. Breakfast at Tiffany's, Truman Capote
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