Friday, 4 May 2018

Wings

This is the sad part, where the music kicks in. Where we reach the crescendo and the tears all begin. This is the sad part, where somebody dies. Where actors hug each other with their watery eyes. This is the best bit, we've cried ourselves numb, to any more pain we are deaf blind and dumb. The worries and cares, the piled up struggles, they all carve away into piles of rubble. And we're left momentarily dead to it all. Nothing left to hold onto, painless we soar.

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