You should never use a ruler - it is not the length
of your scars that matters, but the depth. Volume
matters, too, but beakers are never big enough -
you could distill all of your tears and they would
still fill an ocean. And if you try to measure the
decibels of the crashing waves you will not hear
the whole story. Instead, listen to their echoes
in the hollows of seashells. Weigh their words
by the ounces of truth. The voices may taste
like distance, but the tide will wash away your
footprints in the sand before you count them.
Sep 10, 2010
Sep 10, 2010 at 9:36 AM UTC
You should never use a ruler - it is not the length
of your scars that matters, but the depth. Volume
matters, too, but beakers are never big enough -
you could distill all of your tears and they would
still fill an ocean. And if you try to measure the
decibels of the crashing waves you will not hear
the whole story. Instead, listen to their echoes
in the hollows of seashells. Weigh their words
by the ounces of truth. The voices may taste
like distance, but the tide will wash away your
footprints in the sand before you count them.
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