The beauty of silence, is the noise of no words,
Where is the light in your deep dark room?, A shock of light could save you from the shadow.
Why is the dark behind the moon? Out of reach until the light is shattered.

sábado, enero 19, 2013

beautiful doom

Sometimes, things are simply out of your control. 

You can't change them. You can't bend them to your will. 

It doesn't matter if you're already forty-five minutes late, your hair isn't brushed, you haven't fixed breakfast and you're hemorrhaging brain cells by the second while you sit here. 

Dying, dying inside.

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