Sunday, April 7, 2013

Her.

Your reflection shines off the shattered window to my soul, your love the stone that was cast through to liberate me from years of nothing. But now only a chill wind passes through threatening to extinguish the fire that once burned so bright. I must add to the blaze and regain that which once was; a roaring, crackling, joyous flame...I am running out of wood, into the forest must I go.

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