Thursday, May 20, 2010


What if every truth was a lie we couldn't see through? And every lie we saw through a truth in disguise?

What if the purity of heaven meant an eternity of not touching, an infinity of white.

No protest but silence. No context but the light. Books filled with pages too wise for words.

1 comment:

ricercar said...

nice. what if nothing mattered. neither outcomes nor efforts