and these promises I keep,
in the hours before I sleep
don’t mean ‘nothing
when i break them in the morning.
And these promises I break,
that are keeping me awake;
nightmares never half as bad as this...
130177REBLOG2751REBLOG918REBLOG12442REBLOG15REBLOG7REBLOG77230REBLOG"Existence repeats in patterns. A galaxy in a swirl of milk in my coffee cup. Whenever you have a question about a big thing look to something close at hand. Take the idea of eternal life. We can see how patterns of energy continue infinitely and how matter simply changes shape. A candle flame once extinguished does not really vanish. Its energy continues on in space time and the matter which gave it its form simply changes form and becomes carbon soot. This very same carbon is identical to the carbon in my body. Look to the small if you would know the large."Musings by Samsaran: