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Now they sit addicted and waiting, left stranded high and dry, forever bound together like groping bones and joints stretching out to cover over a map. Left in pieces, they are your something solid. Hope clouds their eyes like the ghost of a flash; now they’re blind to the vibrations of beauty. They step on broken glass to grasp wildly at what is forever frozen. The world holds it's breath in your wake. Grey has swallowed electricity’s colors, the wind has died down and everything has settled. Dust accumulates on their shoulders while their brightest light is off chasing the sun. They silently beg for rain to ensure you'll never return and to wash away the static that's changed who they’ve become. You threw something heavy to the weightless and watched as everyone slowly lost their balance. It comforts you to know your name and fingerprints are still on their lips, and can not be easily erased. It helps you to exist; colors in the empty spaces between your lines, your meaningless words, and loveless life, that leaves your heart blind. Well here's to you. I hope you find your light, as I once did in you. I hope it slows you down to a crawl and quickly twists away from you. I’ll be the rain when you wake alone and sober in twilights gloom. I’ll be the cold brought on by nights latest view, as the freezing pillowcase screams with the voice of a choir next to you, “Deception, you're nothing but the eye of the storm without a center and no way to keep warm. You'll never set your sights on the sky until you open your eyes to what you've become. Hallow havoc chasing it's tail, after a high brighter than the sun.” Post a comment in response: |
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