it doesn't appear to be fading that fog that's inside of me
if you turn on your brights in fog you get blinded.
so how do i see my way out of this mess? (can you help me?)
i'm wiping my eyes but windshield wipers don't usually come with the package deal
forget love i'd rather fall in chocolate. hidden significance apparently.
obviouslyy.
but why won't anyone show me?
Find out who you are and then they'll find you, unless you die first.
ha.. ha.. ha. morbid jokes don't mean much until you're dead and then you realize how dead you really are
if he's dead then we're all dead
but that tomb is empty and i looked inside
he lives so show me, how it is, how it is to love and live
don't regret it just love it
live it well live it long live it good
but don't forget to love it
"no love is true save that which loves forever."
~Aristotle, Rhetoric
[photo credit: Ben Heine]
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