Aug 9, 2013
“A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.”
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“A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.”
"I don't want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can't even see it, something that's drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead."
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" — Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore — Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; — 'Tis the wind and nothing more."
- Edgar Allan Poe (The Raven)
summer haze, takes me back to those golden days. a black and white photograph a captured moment of your laugh sunny days eating ice cream..
i wanna go back to the start where i was touching your heart