i.
Sharp are her edges, what once was soft has long since
been forged into a blade. To survive isn’t to live, to survive
is to remember.
ii.
Let’s play pretend, let us build an imagined home. For once
in this life let’s create something whole that will not be pulled
out from under us.
iii.
There is no word for the awful cruelty that is memory. To
playback and rewind a single moment, all because you cannot
forget it. All because if you do forget it, it may find it’s grip on
reality once more.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
i.
Sharp are her edges, what once was soft has long since
been forged into a blade. To survive isn’t to live, to survive
is to remember.
ii.
Let’s play pretend, let us build an imagined home. For once
in this life let’s create something whole that will not be pulled
out from under us.
iii.
There is no word for the awful cruelty that is memory. To
playback and rewind a single moment, all because you cannot
forget it. All because if you do forget it, it may find it’s grip on
reality once more.
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