wittbronsky

Truth does not wait.Truth does not soften itself for you. Truth is the blade that asks nothing,the tide that does not turn.It will carve you open,pulling the breath out of your ribs,leave you standing in the hollowwhere suspected certainty once flourished. What will you exchange for knowing?The warmth of comfort, the illusion of stillness?Will you let it take your name,your shape, your ...