Monday, November 25, 2013
The World Falls Away From Itself
If you promise that you'll save the world, people will believe you. And when you don't, people will forget what you promised.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
The Language Breaks
You've got such beautiful words but none I can eat, none which block the rain, none which bandage my wounds, none which build a home.
Nothing beautiful, which did not work, ever became anything more than pretty.
Nothing beautiful, which did not work, ever became anything more than pretty.
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