11-09-2014, 12:02 PM
Khloé Kardashian writes a poem
Like time suspended,
a wound unmended—
you and I.
We had no ending,
no said good-bye.
For all my life,
I’ll wonder why.
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.

