These are just words, the truth is how you make me feel.
You, without breath, would make me nothing but sad. Because you aren't made of stone.You are the warmth of an everlasting candle burning; a glimmer of light amongst the shadows, the dark; a glimmer of hope in all this. <3
when youre halfway to a miracleyou can turn to stone it may be the natureof getting there and theres always turning backand usually the memory doesnt go anyway and after all gravel rocks and cement slate and marble can't give up can they?
I absolutely love this.It's so scary when we think how fragile our lives are, how fragile each fragment of every day and every person we love, and every thing we adore is. If we were stone we would be strong, unbreakable. But we wouldn't enjoy the beauty either. And so I guess its a good compromise, a good sacrifice to make.xo
Beautiful and so true.. I love it, I guess its cos I can find myself within these words...
what an irony... sometimes after getting what you want, you just don't need it..