Monday, May 14, 2012

porcelain


the song was empty like we were - our hearts floating through the liquidity of its emptiness. i could feel its waves crashing us together and tearing us apart. in. out. in. out. healing and breaking. it was somewhere within beginning and end. painfully relieving us of thought and feeling. how could we ever be new again? how could we bare to feel again, to breathe again, to live again? we were trapped. no, we were released into an ocean too large to contain us. we drifted through our remains - i through his, he through mine. we did everything but truly feel.

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