We're all dying, Sraiy. I die inside a little, everyday Every ebbing tide takes me farther away from here; though I may hide from that doomed day I know, inside, that that's where I will finally lay in peace, having survived a series of delays.
Profound. You and your way with words never cease to amaze me. Straight from the head (or heart or whatever) to the paper (web or tree-killing). Do not waste it.
Profound.
ReplyDeleteYou and your way with words never cease to amaze me.
Straight from the head (or heart or whatever) to the paper (web or tree-killing).
Do not waste it.
"Straight from the head (or heart or whatever)"
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