This is a blog of compassion, sentiment, love and veganism, from the unbridled mind and heart of a young female human
[ Since 2006 ]
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
She frowned upon the inner tides that were escalating beyond featured visibility. If only, she thought. To be precise, she was an awkward being of a likelihood that belonged to only those who survived the rationality of the History. She no longer knew if they were connected, all the fabricated existences of longing, but they both tortured until she was a feather in the tidy wind.