Control the frenzy that has frightened away the happy present
Retreat noiselessly to the Purple Land where bliss sits, awaiting the return of the unfulfilled heart
Who has journeyed too far for the earth to continue supporting her feet
Hills like white elephants
That mends the ripped threads from chaos into beauty
Lay down a blemished childhood that can no longer see innocence in the most tender
Allow reason to become blurry for the clarity of sentiments
When there is no longer a confused thirst
There will exist a joy that teaches the great lesson: life begins for the ones who die first.

— HT

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