Beautifully out of place

Beautifully out of place
She was beautifully out of place. Sometimes I believe she intended to be. Like the moon during the day.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Questions of Science

Is time more torturous than distance?

Is dried lavender more healing than a single petal of a daisy?

Is silence deadlier than the words?

Why does a single name arise millions of emotions?

Does waiting equal masochism?

Do you feel or think the words on the tips of your fingers?

Pets or cats?

Trees or architecture?

Colours or scents?

Touches or whispers?

Why do we shrug? Why don't we, any more?

Egos or egos?

Pride or prejudice?

Science or fiction?

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