...Often times you know your laughter is your coffin everafter...

[restyourtrigger]

existence is merely the dingy white-washed tinge left by a picturesque grassland...and we all are our own unique flower...and the sun shall embrace our phycobilins and we shall create an essence so pure and abstract...but so easily dressed up in a series of trite ink characters within a dictionary...and our love is merely a spectrum of isolated

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[bledrytoquit]

and so we create our world with complicated things as we are made from that which is simple and to which we must ultimately return. We do not want to go back into shadows. we are selfish. we see ourselves as the only light. But time takes from us the beauty we value and we realize that if we had looked into them first instead of finding reason to look away, we might find something more tangible than momentary existence.
(have I told you, lately, that you're a totally amazing writer? Oh, yes, that was my last comment. Well, it bears repeating)
-Free Winona-