All these voices, raised as one, but saying different things. That is the way we are built: fragile glass made of grains of sand. We carry our sweeping curves with pride, but we shatter at the lightest impact.
(a.k.a. the attempt of a writer to exercise her imagination)
All these voices, raised as one, but saying different things. That is the way we are built: fragile glass made of grains of sand. We carry our sweeping curves with pride, but we shatter at the lightest impact.
No comments:
Post a Comment