Wednesday, April 19, 2006
the city must be the glitz and glamour i want it to be...
Color and reflection blend with one another, creating a sight that reminds me of lovers. Apart they are wonderful and complete on their own, together they meld into a perfect mold. Or so it should be or remains to be seen, as cracks over time work their way into seams, which slowly but surely and on that you can count, crack and chip away the pieces until little doubt, remains that this piece so exquisite as one, will become seperate parts once the fracture is done, and the two which were wonderful and complete all alone, now look worn out and dull without hue or tone, no longer useful or a sight to behold, all that is left is to become old. Such is the tragedy of unlucky love, like a shattered ceramic dropped from above.
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