Wednesday 8/13/2014 11:50:00 PM

it was slow. soft music below the skin. curdling. going sour. it was sudden. the missing sun. the stubborn rain.

shapeless mannequins. dancing in black windows.

empathy resolves. as it often will. to the smaller scars. the lesser wounds.

acceptance is all incredulous mirrors. and shit on our shoes.

every direction is wrong.

the wind swallows the path. the journey is a liar. the distance is a thief.

only tomorrow remembers us.

crazed acrobats in time's infinite circus. fearless clowns that let the pain get close enough.

where it goes. where it came from.

hurt remains the only bridge.

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