Sunday, January 31, 2010

The Fear Of Air









Maybe I come from dust. And maybe the air and the lights and the world will one day tear me apart and to dust, I will return. But if you ever see me again, in this life or the next, there will be enough of me left, to become a rock.

Or something, at least, that you can lean on.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

wow, this blew me away. you always know how to articulate what i fail to express.

misplacedfriend said...

Iain-
Beautiful. Thank u for the outreach this wknd, and the talk today. A rock you are, indeed. <3 G'night dear friend.
Erica

Anonymous said...

so beautiful, your words always help go through my day :-D

HafidzMD said...

I love this.

thanks.

Lauh said...

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. it just made my day :)

Tyron said...

you are the rock and I am the current flowing around you.

Candy said...

So. Incredibly. Beautiful. Your blog can be turned into a novel; I'm serious.

Your posts always take me a few seconds away from reality. (:

Anonymous said...

I am spechless.its beautiful:)

MarmosetLad said...

<3

*humms 'lean on me'

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