Love, no matter what the story books say, hardly ever conquers all. So when it does, the grownups, the skeptics and the stable of mind; watch others blissfully fly into the sun. It churns up and riles something deep down inside. We feel something foreign and fleeting and something hard to admit. We hope.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Perspective
Love, no matter what the story books say, hardly ever conquers all. So when it does, the grownups, the skeptics and the stable of mind; watch others blissfully fly into the sun. It churns up and riles something deep down inside. We feel something foreign and fleeting and something hard to admit. We hope.
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