dolorous interludes.

Let it die.

The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start
The tragedy starts from the very first spark
Losing your mind for the sake of your heart
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start.

Certain truths reflect themselves like ugly physiognomies on a broken mirror- distorted, try as you might to plaster the little pieces together. but you see, broken pieces are no longer perfect in themselves the way a canvas portrait loses its holistic beauty when torn into a million tiny shreds. These truths aren't always easy to accept, but when they speak so intelligibly in these pristine moments, one cannot help but stop: feeling, wanting, needing. I finally gather enough courage to remove the callous cobwebs in my closet- transformation must begin soon lest i self destruct. Frequent thoughts of losing myself in various vices available plague me at nights. oh these thoughts which lord henry would so approve of. But the better of me pulls these reigns and then i think of my family, a few loved ones, and then i think- there's too much to let go if i go. And so i take the first step of removing all such possible avenues of remembrance; let it die, let it die.

posted by voyeur @ 2/08/2005 06:09:00 PM