"...to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding."

Virgina Woolf, The Years


There's a sun that shines in

Rise! Love is here
Breath! Love is air

Rest in the shells I've designed
Run through the fields I've denied
And stroll upon the years I'm alive

Birds find the wings and wind

Panopticon by The_Smashing_Pumpkins on Grooveshark

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