Darkness sees no fault. No human imperfection as far as genetics are concerned. Shadows cannot lie, for their very being is an absolute image. Reflected only in the presence of light, yet there is no prejudice. The still of night carries with her a sense of peace, every whisper amplified yet each word lost in translations. Oh how long shall the shadows I've so long embraced play garment,cloak to my eternal night?
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Growing up too fast
Its been a while since I sat in actually wrote something thoughtful or worthwhile, Im so pressed for times these days that I can only tell through pictures whats been going on, so here goes...