Donnerstag, 1. April 2010

Exit light enter night take my hand...

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Denken ; credere ; cor dare ; Herz geben

Some nights I feel like a million little pieces.
And then it's the flickering of a candle flame,
the slight cold wind whispering
beneath the crack of the window,
the shadows painting brush
strokes in the mirror.


“We are all somewhat damaged,
and in that realization we're beautiful.”