Tuesday, March 4, 2014
The Traveller
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I am just the hand you touch when you reach for the air, I am just the nerve signal, moving along the wires in your body, I am just trying to reach your heart to make it beat, one more time.
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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.
The Story Behind Everything
"Every word, every picture."
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- The Walls Are Made Of Lists
- The Iron On These Tracks
- The Stones From Other Houses
- The Voices In The House
- The Most Beautiful Thing I've Never Written
- The Moments Directly Before And After
- The Light That Shines When Things End
- The Mouth Moves But No Sound Comes Out
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4 comments:
The day I thought I never got through. I got over you.
Today was the first day I did the splits after stopping gymnatiscs when you came in my life. :) it is a happy day
You saved me
As am I! Missing you!
Your words are magnificent!
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