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.
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10 comments:
wow, this blew me away. you always know how to articulate what i fail to express.
Iain-
Beautiful. Thank u for the outreach this wknd, and the talk today. A rock you are, indeed. <3 G'night dear friend.
Erica
so beautiful, your words always help go through my day :-D
I love this.
thanks.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. it just made my day :)
you are the rock and I am the current flowing around you.
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. (:
I am spechless.its beautiful:)
<3
*humms 'lean on me'
A great article indeed and a very detailed, realistic and superb analysis of the scenarios. I would like to thank the author of this article for contributing such a lovely and mind-opening article.
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