august 16, 2016
"i'm like glass," she said. "i was shattered and it's impossible to put all of the pieces back together."
"that might be so," he replied, "but you know what broken glass creates? a mosaic. and mosaics are beyond beautiful."
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Speed of Sound
Poetry"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed." a collection of capricious drabbles. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and thirteen.
