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Monday, June 06, 2011

Death of an emotion

A beautiful illusion, a beautiful lie, good to play around with for a while; to twist, to turn, to bend, to laugh at, to laugh with. Unacknowledged, unsaid, waiting for the eyes to find, to read, to ignore, to forget. A fleeting thought, an escape from the ordinary, departure from the mundane, from the routine. A surging sense of happiness, a joke, a misinterpretation, expectations, disappointments, like changing weather, like changing moods. An empty room, a bottle without water, a dusty computer screen, sealed lips, obsession, rejection, a wry smile, a sad farewell, a lonely goodbye.

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