Tuesday, October 30, 2012

I, of the Storm

My heart spasms uncontrollably
Heaving itself in an attempt to scramble
across ruin and rubbish, distance and static

Having nothing to offer, I hold tight to the reins
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  1. WhateverNovember 5, 2012 at 6:05 PM

    "And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about."
    — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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  2. Yours TrulyNovember 7, 2012 at 9:05 AM

    <3
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    Thank you!

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