...to dance accross black and white keys depcting wrong and right. To be grey. To see the way he loves her. To sing without opening the mouth. To scatter thoughts in attempt to forget. To wait...
My House, this Place and Body
"...my eyes, poor lighthouses, and my mind a rocky barren garden, exactly like this place and the non existent house"
-Adnan
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