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break the spell

In Uncategorized on August 7, 2010 at 5:15 am

Ignition, on. For the life that has been lacking, and the life that has been too much, I call shotgun. To ride with what has been by your side for years, but you’ve neglected it.

Maybe, one day, there will be a way to redeem everything said and done. Till then, the sun moves silently across the sky and butterflies paint the world white. Till then, we watch the world go by with our lips sealed, knowing the first word will break the spell. No one wants to say anything. No one has to say anything.

Forgetting what shards made the sky breaks the spell. Holding our breaths, we stare in wonder at the sky painted above us. It’s beautiful, we cry. But there is no beauty in broken nature, except that which was beautiful to begin with. I look into the glass and see a broken reflection. There is no beauty there, either. But what can we say? Any words spoken will break the spell…

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