Sunday, March 3, 2013
slippery fish
Life, what are you? You are a strange bird indeed; a slippery fish.
Sometimes you are an unruly great-aunt, wielding chaos in your elegant
sleeve. You are love so entangled with fear that I cannot pull the two apart. And something I cannot name- the eternally impermanent paradox; indiscriminately beautiful everywhere, tight lipped as a martyr.
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