Try as we must
The stone will prevail
For we are but sand
On this solid veil
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
Is there no happiness, no splendor of mood without the warmth of the sun on my cheek?
Are my days doomed to darkness because of some voice inside my head telling me what to do, or because I'm foolish enough to listen?
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC