I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
The Building We Could Burn
I burnt my tongue on you. Now I've lost all sense of taste. Or decency.
Decency is merely a variety of societal roles piled upon us throughout our lives- when we met, we realized we were Truth, and beyond anything society could imagine, beyond anything decent.
I burnt my tongue on you. Now I've lost all sense of taste. Or decency.
I walked into the fire. Problem is, she followed me.
ReplyDeleteThe building is a traditional chinese imperial building. Many exciting stories surround it.
ReplyDeleteWhy does it always seem to apply to me.
ReplyDeletei know what u feel cos i feel the same way too :)
ReplyDeleteDecency is merely a variety of societal roles piled upon us throughout our lives- when we met, we realized we were Truth, and beyond anything society could imagine, beyond anything decent.
ReplyDeletesublime words
ReplyDeletereally love this, thank you
ReplyDeletestart a fire, a devouring flame*
ReplyDeleteeven the worst burns can eventually heal.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
ReplyDeletei would throw decency out of the window just to have that taste of you back again.
ReplyDeleteTough times and strange tastes leave you, but tough people stay.
ReplyDeletelove this one..it so me..-_-`
ReplyDeleteI'm picturing a unicorn high-fiving...
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