We thought we were floating
Amongst the clouds,
But when our fingers
Began to sink into
Their white underbellies,
We understood.
The air was smoke,
Born from a warmth
We mistook as the sun.
It was just another fire,
Another wasted
Spark of romance.
It turns out love
Can feel an awful lot
Like burning alive.
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I believe all people are bits and pieces, and throughout life we can gather pieces from others or give some of ours away. Some people are only out to take everything they can, while others will give until they have nothing left, but most of us fall in between. And yet there are those people who will defy all logic and simply toss there pieces into the trash, for nobody and nothing at all. I don't know if it's possible to get back those pieces that have been thrown away, but this blog is all about my journey, to try and find out if someone who threw away everything for nothing can find something, or anything at all...I'm just looking for a reason to keep on living.
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