Tuesday, April 19, 2011


You yearn to breathe in their scent, your fingers grapple to touch, you listen intently for any of their signs. They make your heart beat faster. They put a smile on your face. They force you to close your eyes and enjoy their view through your mind. 

Yet, you feel cautious. How many times does one linger near fire after being burnt, regardless of its warmth and vividness? 

Beautiful words bear no meaning beyond what they appear to be. They are not real, nor do they depict reality. There is no way of testing their honesty. No way of knowing if what appears to be innocent is indeed it.

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