Arrest these glass hands of mine, for I cannot touch you-lest I be shattered for the sake of a fleeting moment. I am immersed in darkness, yet I am confronted by light. The intensity of my feeling melts the blown glass heart of my cracked torso... as crystaline tears flow unconstrained and stare in to broken glass. I yearn to be loved by you...yet in my state I have to be clear...clear as before. Before I saw you...Before I met you. You are the cause of my scratched glass eyes. You are my Anna...
Reason for writing:
Sometimes we are caught in the dilema of choosing between following your heart
and your reason. Or simply between what you should do and what you want to do.
Just like so many cases of love. Chipped eyes show that love does confuse/blur the clarity of
thought and motive of the most transparent, level headed, analytical person. Just like the person in all of us.
Just like the life we lead ourselves into by the choices we make...
Birth sign: Libra
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