Monday, April 4, 2011

If I Was A Sculptor

How rare it is, really, for me to feel something entirely different from a performance on television of a man dedicating a beautiful message so close to a lover's heart? I'm really liking this performance. So raw, pure, tender...so potentially able to tug at one's heartstrings for hours on end. I hope he doesn't get cut anytime soon.

P.S. : Nothing eventful has been taking place, besides the usual lapses of questioning life irrationally, so I'll just leave it at that. There will be a better tomorrow.

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