novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- war in heaven That's not new news. It's not news to me. It's part of my daily routine, now, and usually it follows me everywhere, a thin film, like old socks. It breathes in and out with me. Actually, that's where it lives. Where my ribs meet. If you're looking for kindness, I have it, but truth is honest without tact or compliment. Sometimes truth can be cranky when it gets suppressed by someone you're supposed to be able to trust. Sometimes people wear selective truths like jewlery, and I want to punch them, because they obviously don't believe in it and only like the way it makes them look. 2:22 pm - 03.23.11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||