Monday, February 7, 2011

for beauty

who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angelic higher archey....and even if one of them simply pressed me against their heart...I would only be consumed by the strength of that stronger existance.
For Beauty is nothing but the begining of terror which we are still just able to bare. but we love it because it so serenely seeks to annhialate us.

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