Friday, January 18, 2013

well, I have brittle bones it seems, I bite my tongue and I torch my dreams. have a little voice to speak with and a mind of thoughts and secrecy.

flux, n.

The natural state. Our moods change. Our lives change. Our feelings for each other change. Our bearings change. The song changes. The air changes. The temperature of the shower changes.

Accept this. We must accept this.

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