Silver is just a coward's gray and i speak with words that mean nothing.

I wish i could say that nothing is better left unsaid but lies are not welcome here.

"Parece que en una mano mia cabes."

There are invisible things with weight undeniable. They can be an anchor as easily as an embraced lodestone. In the wake of my awe I stand before the push of a freezing draft, breathing. I think this is what love must feel like.

My pocket is getting heavy.

Faretheewell folk,
-Talthea (6/1/04)

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