Sunday, January 1, 2012

Night-Time.

all the memories all the pain: it comes in waves.
salty waves they wash out everything
on shore the waves that ruin the best castles, that seem so sturdy.
the ones that leave everything wet, not caring, even a bit.
They hit like waves piercing your face, salty waves that flow out of your eyes,
a tear or a wave, it makes no difference at night.

1 comment:

  1. Pain is guidance
    But never a crutch
    Of the stories you'll tell
    To the hearts you touch.

    (A life without pain, is a life without story; appreciate always.)

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