the_life_of_present_and_temporary_truths raze i don't know when it dawned on me: you aren't even beautiful. you're human. every part of you is glass. brevity is your broken mistress. your pain is wide, and your steep is deep. you avoid standing on the sun for fear of being burned. you know what i call a burn? the most important things. blink and you'll miss them. 260128 what's it to you? who go blather from