23 févr. 2011

Going through summer stories.
The photographs of lakes and bonfires are loud, even though they’re fading.
Everything is fading, everything is slipping through my hands.

280 days till December

3 commentaires:

  1. Julia23 février 2011 à 21:46

    oh, I feel like that all the. everything is slipping though, always, always. x

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  2. A24 février 2011 à 22:53

    such lovely words, I feel the same way. xo A

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  3. kinnery26 février 2011 à 21:28

    Don't grip too tightly, or they'll run through your fingers faster.

    But I know exactly how you feel. Don't you wish you could float away to a time that's more alive than this one?

    Grace and peace,
    Kinnery

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