Sunday, 4 September 2011
heat faults
because when they know your name, they're only taking as much of your breath as they can stave, and not one of them saying, Thank you for your breathing, you will be okay, too.
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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.
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