| haha. it's been a while. Life is good. I hope everyone else's is too. :D |
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| A fragile glass sits on the table.
It has fallen before,
but it's only ever cracked.
Now the cracks create an elaborate web.
The cracks create a wall.
A wall where beauty hides behind the small bits.
The small bits of plaster and glue.
The plaster holding the glass together.
Holding the glass and making it stronger,
but when the table begins to tremble,
the glass shakes too.
But the glass doesn't yet fall.
The glass is not ready to fall.
For this time when the glass falls,
the plaster will no longer hold.
Too many cracks has this glass endured,
but the table trembles harder,
and faster,
and it becomes more difficult for the glass.
The existence of the glass depends on the table,
but the table keeps on trembling....
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| okay I lied.
I had a reason to freak out.
and I should have done it.
I should have trusted my insticts.
why is it always me that ends up with the broken heart?
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| I freak out way too much.
I really just need to chill.
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