5.27.2006

[x]the tragedy of never meeting your muse.

If you are going to press play - "The Blower's Daughter" by Damien Rice (album - "O")

and my sighs are italics
when i breathe i can feel it
because all of this silence and solitary is a story
stuck in this moment
shutting my eyes and looking at you
always you as it has always been and always will be
so elusive
i have reached out as far as my heart can feel
faith being the sole difference
between a prologue and an epilogue.

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