Nothing is ever new under the sun.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
Beat a thousand beats,
Crumble a thousand crumbles;
But no single formula, nor restless colloquy
Can mend the deafening black gravity nestled in this cage.
May grow flowers, but disintegrates to ash.
Soars to the highest peak, then jolted with a fatal blow.
Comedy or tragedy, truth or dare, numbers or letters, fidelity or treachery;
What does it choose?
Courage, dear heart.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
The sky is so tragically beautiful;
A graveyard of stars.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC