3.6.13

4:57 PM

I say 'you', because it's easier to hide behind than 'I'. 

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Your thoughts are birds and this is you setting them free.

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You are a revolution in your head. You think that someday, the war will spill out of your eyes and lips and consume everything you've created; a fire burning down the world’s dreams like they were made of paper. You used to think you were made of paper too, but then you realized the fire would bring you down with everything else. Maybe it already has, and you’re walking through the universe a cloud of flames, destroying everything you come too close to.

The dictionary calls this destruction, devastation, desolation. 

Afterward, your head is full of “D”s.