jueves, 6 de octubre de 2011

"i really should go, i'm sorry". the throat starts to melt in anguish, sliding through the season with a ghost like intention, but never being totally fulfilled . "i know my limitations and i know my nature, that's why i don't try to stop trying to be something else" the greater truths are buried in the greatest contradictions, and the reason for that is the word. a feeling cannot be contradictory, it's just emptiness, a truth is closer to a feeling, the word is just a defective emulator of understanding. it's trying to show others how much we know about something. we are the ones who discovered that, and it's marked in our words.


mark my words.

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