Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The Skin Has A Memory

Sometimes words are not enough so silence steps in to explain what words couldn't. Silence and the darkness of closed eyes become accomplices in a frenzy of memories of ever so brief moments. Shivers. Sighs. Longing. Events chained to each other for eternity. Smiles.
"Reason, my dear, is the death of love. Did I say love? That was just a figure of speech."
-Brad Pike


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