I feel peace float over me like a "ton of bricks" Held tightly by the skin of your hands Waiting to fall... Aching to fall... Studdering at every bump... Dust sprinkles from the cracks in your hands Drowning me in it's vain Gasping for breath... The bricks fall
Reason for writing:
This is a long metaphor of how things can be so "perfect" and so splended...then all of a sudden out of no where everything comes apart. We try not and let it "fall" but the harder we try, the harder the fall...so to speak. What I meant to say was...that we try not and let the peace fall...or happiness depending on one's mind state. Trying to hold it up...forcing it in a way...can make the fall harder...there, that is what I wanted to say: )
anyway...just another crazy thought in this mind of mine : )
~Kara
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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