Sunny Deposition

I played it cool, and walked away. How could I care when the pieces never fit? We never even tried, just laughed uncontrollably at the silliness at hand. Watching the excruciating and trivial undertaking consume and deter, crushing determination and ambitions of graceful entrances only to be followed by trips to the tissue box. This was never you and I, we were comfortable with the usual discomforting silence. A well oiled machine, heartless and built from cold steel, it just worked. I never thought beyond the glass slipper of now, never felt greater because we were detached at the hip, never wanted to consider what worked because we’d become so used to believing that volcanoes destroy.

They are also the beginning paradise. Just give it time.


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