we consoled ourselves saying that time would heal our wounds.
we fought through tears with eyes broken of love.
and when we were desperate to return, we found the road was gone.
so we sat at the river and we cried out,
for though all the time had passed, it remained
that the only thing left to do was to weep.
weep for yesterday's pain that remained in the depths of discovering today.
image: papertissue
fighting the fatigue....because one can not be made up of only ideals. one needs a heart to go with those ideals. one needs hopes, dreams, fears, and stories to be real.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
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arms grown strong with love
In those days we finally chose
To walk like giants and hold the world
In arms grown strong with love,
And there may be many things we forget
In the days to come,
But this will not be one of them.
photo: shrevesies.
quote: storypeople
To walk like giants and hold the world
In arms grown strong with love,
And there may be many things we forget
In the days to come,
But this will not be one of them.
photo: shrevesies.
quote: storypeople
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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