abt
;
lyht
leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless
laesr
of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.
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Wednesday 18 August 2010
do you really wonder
we will always be transitory. nothing certain, no visible footholds. moving blindly from one tile to the next while the old ones dissipate behind us. this is what we are. you, me. everyone. transitory and great. every moment is a lifetime.
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