Monday, November 15, 2010

Empty Space.

Love.
Confusion.
Fear.
Desire.


An Empty Space.
Surrounded by Beauty.
Yet not satisfied.
Always wanting more. 

It's something we can't reach.
A Shooting Star.
Like the process of what we want turns out being a nicer experience than the actual finished product. 
The way we present one other to the world. 
Like the little details we see or we don't see.
Like the things we think are so important, but actually don't matter at all.


What is it that means so much to us?





We all breathe on our own.

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