Notes
I prefer the stillness here. I am tired of Earth. These people. I’m tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives. They claim their labors are to build a heaven, yet their heaven is populated with horrors. Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. A clock without a craftsman.
It’s too late. Always has been, always will be, too late.
1 comment on martianmars
maybemarissa June 16, 2016
If only you knew.
⃠Besides Guilty June 17, 2016
@maybemarissa I think I might have a pretty good idea.
⃠Besides Guilty June 19, 2016
@maybemarissa But tell me about it sometime lightstudies.tumblr
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