salience
October 13, 2005
It’s when you slowly and deliberately gather your fear in your hands, one memory, one piece of heartache at a time.
You delicately fold each anxiety and each mirrored pain unto itself. Again. And again.
It’s a mosaic re-lived until your sorrow, your self-doubt is an intricate rose, a finger cradled light you find looks so beautiful in your hair.
You delicately fold each anxiety and each mirrored pain unto itself. Again. And again.
It’s a mosaic re-lived until your sorrow, your self-doubt is an intricate rose, a finger cradled light you find looks so beautiful in your hair.
lasaliente, 22:35
