it's not enough for silence to fill in all the little cracks. it's just a reminder of all that is us, that sometimes, nothing really has to be said. and if we should speak, what is it exactly that we should say. it probably wasn't in the right place at the right time anyway. nothing would have changed. nothing else, however probable, could have been created.
and, in a constant dilemma of character, we spin from individual to individual, trying to glue pieces of ourselves with the pieces of another in our lifelong striving to become whole. this is what our generation sees. not the confines of religion, or culture. but instead, of what makes each and everyone of us unique.
give us knowledge, and we'll give you love.
h.
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