Live for beauty, search for truth: Words about thoughts about life.
Thursday, 9 April 2015
Why do we hold on so damn tight.
A million people and places.
Why these ones. Why now. And why not trust what now holds. You search for comfort, I know love. Maybe we should swap worlds for a while. Oh what you'd discover.
Wednesday, 18 March 2015
I'm not broken pieces. I am stone.
Solid and impentrable.
But try, I beg, chisel away.
Love me free from these infuriating walls.
A lifeline from a sinking pit.
Was I there or were you?
An event made magical by our deepest infatuations...