...And it is, tearing me apart times
The trace of our path is being erased, our voices caught and carried through the dark pines, until only silence remains to unearth the moment our hearts turned away.
Words seem pointless and awash at this intersection
Contemplating beyond that fragile reality frozen in time... is like staring through a looking glass as the sun blossoms in the sky, where all the world is warm and bright, and the heavens are illuminated by the blush of dawn
In that sacred breath, all that is felt, all that is seen, blurs the reality of the pain and loss experienced, the consequences following choice and mistake.
All you know is the wonder of the world before you
An Imaginary world? Yes
But a Beautiful World
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The naive glory of innocent love is too soon tainted by the curse of Eden
The warmth of justified and unintentional action disbanded by truth and conscience
The sun implodes into a kaleidoscope of falling stars and black holes, destroying life rather than supplying it
This is the reality beyond the looking glass
Whatever illusions I have given myself to, in this grandeur of unveiling, I am naked before the world, every hidden flaw blatantly exposed and laid bare
I am in the garden, ashamed, covered in the knowledge of good and evil
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The dawn will break,
the light will shine.
Look to the sky,
when all else seems to fall.
Step up and grasp,
his willing hand.
Breathe in,
Life.
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