“If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.”-Henry Rollins
Monday, November 9, 2009
Coward With a Pack of Matches
My truths exist briefly. I ramble for hours on blank pages and then burn the evidence. My words melt. My heart a white, dancing whiff of smoke that dances upward and disappears forever.
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