September 02, 2007

Nothing but silence..

I found the reciept from the last time we bought bread for fondue in my pocket after mass tonight. Nothing to do but stare at the pictures...

"How may I live without my name?"
I'm not sure I can.

Finch - Perfection Through Silence

Alone at last, together in a photograph
Our eyes are always open,
Devoted to perfection through silence.

What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit, wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more

This story is only old to those that have no mold
The truth can be bought or sold, but what are we buying?
Nothing but silence.

Fold the corners, break the silence...
Fold the corners, just for tonight

Posted by Viper37 at September 2, 2007 10:04 PM
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