And sometimes I catch myself begging my head to save me from the foolishness of my heart.
— 1:29 (how much pain can we hold in before we explode?)
Since I discovered words, silence has never been more precious. I've had nothing to say to anyone since, I've had no need to. Evanescent philosopher, music lover, avid reader, lazy student.
Art, Blog, Creativity, Random Thoughts, Soliloquy, Writing
Art, Creativity, Poem, Poems, Random Thoughts, Soliloquy, Writing
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