Breathe, keep breathing. Don't lose your nerve" -

Page 270: The Mirth

/ Thursday, June 12, 2014 /
Sweet words and memories can be very deceiving, she thought, when she walked through the rain that night. For their existences are built on how we perceive things; on how we put so many filters in front of the fact; on how we give meaning to things that probably meaningless, based on our own expectations; on how we nurture hopes.

Specious excuses. The mirth we chose to keep.


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