December 2011
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anything that has been grabbed and softened by time intrigues me; any work of art that has the combination of a rusty hue and the smell of dying age, being burnt by a vision on a timeless clock. it is fascinating, to be in remote envelopment of something that an iota of different shadows can touch, because this thing has been still for years, decades, felt the cold of concrete and the thumbs of a...
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i will always carry the heavy, unfavorable memories of being drowned in tears, but last night they seemed to waver because i knew better than to keep those memories. the bitter taste of a past as it swindles through a sensitive taste bud whisper past your throat, all the way down to your fingers and they transmit out of your body to infinity. this is the greatest feeling, to fully let go and to...
