the synæsthesia inside
where blue meets sound and 1984 is a thing you can touch.
23 August 2010
The Softest Fabric is A Memory
at the end of the day,
at the end of a life,
all that i have,
all that we ever have,
are the sauntering recollections
of our joy, our sadness,
our anger, and our love
to wrap around us
like a blanket,
letting us know that
it was
worth it.
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