I ache for something real, but I'm weary of hope.
I'm tired of digging, remaining so politely unearthed.
Rending my heart to the mirage of depth, I find that I'm sick of grasping at these mere shadows only to descend into these unmerciful laments.
The tide is coming in...
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Digging in the archives 03.18.08
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