"the past can hurt,but the way i see it,you either run from it or learn from it."

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

A Stranger's Soul.

We're all just so preciously human.

This is what makes the heart beats faster at those thoughts. (This is what makes the cold shoulder felt.)

This is what makes the world spins. (This is what makes us all aliens inside of us.)

This is what makes the sky blue. (This is what shatters our dreams.)

This is what makes us dive the deep blue ocean. (This is what makes us drown in imaginations.)

I walk the pier to what seemed the longest walk taken, between you, the ocean and the sun, we can make something sink just to breathe the air. It's just water.

Defying the ironic thoughts of how little things could contradict each other in a much less understood way would be a thoroughly vain yet harmless attempt.

This is what makes the distance between us.

(Please be human to me.)

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