What if you where, you where...
impermeable to pain?
Pain would pass through you like
a breeze through an open window.
Changing the window as much as the
breeze. Changing the breeze as much as the
window.
My question is this.
If you where impermeable to pain.
If love was the only remedy. Compassion its only
vehicle.
How would you love?
cc 2008, deayrs
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