"Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and healthy to the bones."
Sunday, August 29, 2010
...Thinking slowly, breathing heavily, the heart is still not steady.
suffocating my mind, every single thought is apparent to the heart.
Ignoring, but knowing it's slowly breaking into pieces...
the heart is pretending, possibly in denial of everything..
fear of what's to come ahead, scared of falling to the ground.
the crack was obvious from the start, ready to break...any minute..any second now...
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