March 2011
currentinspiration:
You are a box that words cannot penetrate. Precise, exact. You have no eyes to see, no mouth to speak, no ears to listen. The only certainty you possess is that you are a box - factory made, and already filled to the brim. You cannot share, you can only hold and protect that with which you already have. In time, you will be collapsed.
La pluie me protège des larmes qui sort de les yeux.
