; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

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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