A blog about life and losing my mind; about the emotions that take us, the colours that catch us, the little things that are lost. We create the dark, and we can stem the shadow.
Saturday, 19 February 2011
a lack of words translates roughly: the blessed days, the living bliss. if i should never write the book, i guess i was buried with all my happinesses. if i should die without love, i guess i kept my throats in perfect posture.
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