Jul 11, 2014
Journal Excerpt [sometime between (4-23-13) & (5-18-13)]
She's a slave to her heart and her heart is a slave, bound by substance and the comfort of submission. Time siphons pleasure in the heated gravity of sorrow while the race to nowhere gathers speed. As union with the universe, souls never perish and the most desolate, even the most malignant of barriers are bound to break.