23 June 2006 Friday

These are the scars that silence carved on me

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Not outward gravity, though.. just inner. Everything is necessarily internal at this point.

Enough seconds tick into minutes tick into hours tick into ages.
Enough steps, one after another, walk farther away than will be walked back.

Some things are worth bending for. Some are worth breaking for.
And (for those things especially), above all, it is worth knowing the difference.

Walking.

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