Monday, November 8, 2010

White shutters.


If envy is the fear of not having, what is the fear of losing?
The core of jealousy gnaws at your insides time and time again, bites but never eats. Like an old pain, reminded of occasionally. Covered upon by layers and layers of comforting words.

Words that melt away when shaken or stirred, to reveal the demons you have been battling with all along, all alone.

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