There’s only one reason the heart breaks. You’re smacked to reality with the force of shattering glass, a bullet to the brain, realizing your head has been spun so intricately into a fantasy that you may never have found an escape. Not that you wanted to. Everything rested on the future–so heavily that it had begun to sag under the weight without you noticing. In the future everything would be perfect when all your plans and hopes finally panned out. Now the splintering cracks in your dreams have caught up with you. You now understand it was never meant to be perfect. Nothing ever is. It would never have happened the way you imagined, you dreamer. After being buoyed all this time with your feet barely brushing the tops of clouds, you sit cross-legged in stinging rain. Everything was your pencil sketch, then your oil painting, an elaborate imagination where everything turned out as it should. It’s a wire fence you’re looking through now–go too fast, and you’ll be ripped to shreds. It doesn’t matter, though. You’ve been damaged enough already.640Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW7R4WgDi5x
Penana
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