Don't dream, when you can't make it real. They're only fictions anyway - Moddi, A Sense of Grey

Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance, in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance, when you're perfectly free - Rumi

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Nov 22, 2012

Blessed Are The Oblivious

Time is strange.
A year ago, I thought I would never recover from my loss.
And today, I can't even remember what I lost in the first place.
I think time is beautiful.

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