Thursday, 12 July 2012
without sound
you hold my hand and i cannot know the faulty wiring of my sea bird.
you keep holding for some scar of an ocean.
you keep holding the tide in.
you keep holding.
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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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