I walked heavily out my door into the nakedness of night to confront the moon, the stars and god. If such a being existed. Troubled, I lit a cigarette and asked myself questions upon questions for I yearned achingly for any answers at all. I swear sometimes, ever so cunningly, the universe graces us with truth. As I closed my eyes gently, the universe beautifully, in a way I thought to be salvation at the least. Whispered into my unfolding ears: Life is bare most times, but it is the simple things that chase you. Round and round they go, whistling eagerly by you. but you only hear the grandest of things. And what is most saddening is that it is simplicity that saves you. Dear child, listen: simplicity will save you. -Christopher Poindexter
Posted on: Wed, 04 Dec 2013 19:56:35 +0000
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