There are no new words. Nothing left unsaid. The world ends over and over again. And through the exhaustion, the only thing left is to patch fractured souls and wish for a better tomorrow. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window) Related ← Books That Will Stay With Me, Part 2 The 4-Hour Work Week → Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.