stuck in an hourglass, wishing to become a thing of moss, vanish deep into the forest; a thing of mist, evaporate into thin air. only by becoming time can you slow it down, by letting the woods swallow you whole can you become a local legend. but we rent the air we breathe, we rent … Continue reading stuck in an hourglass
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the given heart
they were given a heart before given a thought, so they could feel our mother’s pain while tearing her to pieces, a seemingly interminable agony, yet countless blessings, too. for they were designed to bear the pains of the world, while joy resides in their bones for one eternity and even more.
Török J. Sándor 