I was bruised and battered and I couldn't tell
what I felt
I was unrecognisable to myself
I saw my own reflection in a window, I didn't know
my own face
Oh Brother are you gonna leave me
wastin' away
on the streets of Philadelphia?
I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
at night I could hear the blood in my veins
it was black and whispery as the rain
on the streets of Philadelphia
Ain’t no angel gonna greet me
It’s just you and I, my friend
And my clothes don’t fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip this skin
The night has fallen, I’m lyin awake
I can feel myself fading away
So, receive me brother, with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other, alone like this?
On the streets of Philadelphia….
Bruce Springsteen
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I made up my mind to start this blog, as a final resort against total insanity. I figure maybe, if I actually keep note of everything inside, it might make more sense, or even better - disappear into the e-world, never to be heard of - or felt - again. So that's what this is, my attempt at sanity.
About Me
- Sylphi
- Tough one, I think I'd rather quote a few comments made by family & friends about me. "Mad as a hatter", "hippie", "sin on legs", "should be kept behind a harem wall", "don't know wether I want to strangle you with a rope, or tie you to my bed with it", "too smart for your own good", "when you're happy you shine", "kruidjie-roer-my-nie" (which is a kind of herb that grows in arid places, when you touch it, the leaves close like the petals of a flower),"my angel" The list is endless, and very confusing, make up your own mind.