The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Wednesday, 31 January 2018
We'll throw some more on the pyre, pile it high, set it all on fire. I found a love that could be crushed, put in a box and burnt and turned to dust. I found a love that wasn't red, born not from a heart but from a head. I found a love that lies just long enough for us to think it dead, but then it raises itself up like Christ instead.