Sep 2014
You were a real person. With real skin and bones and bruises on your knees.
There was a surface but there were layers behind the surface. One was the beauty you look at and another could be the beauty you look at for a long time. Two different layers. One could be the way you gave up your bread and another could be the when you thought an immaculate thought and no one knew and there was no way for them to know.
There was a surface but there were layers behind the surface. One was the beauty you look at and another could be the beauty you look at for a long time. Two different layers. One could be the way you gave up your bread and another could be the when you thought an immaculate thought and no one knew and there was no way for them to know.
