| On the ground, and fragile. Raw, Bare... and breakable to you. I was once unscathed by the memories of the heartless and heartbroken. Did they forget to remind you? While exercising this weak and lonesome muscle, compassion... Of all the years I let my passions exercise me instead. I was blind once, then blessed with sight. But I close my eyes in the silence, some things are better left unseen... I am the cold blue, a witness to the demise of human connection. Never in existence have people been so tragically desperate to connect. To fall in love, to be one... Alas, people are selfish instead. What can I say other than the truth of this world has broken my heart. My memories of love and intimacy are not founded on this ground. But the soil here is real as it is moist and deep. And I know this sensation all over me, and history. We are made of stardust and clay. And I lay here cold, speechless for weeks. Waiting and waiting, and waiting for that unarriving day... |
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