i see the beauty here... how can i move forward when my steps are circling? what do i do when the endless nights give way to another day where everything is the same? fear has paralyzed me and i am the embodiment of this sweet dilemma as i spin round and round under the cruel moonllight.
from afar i watch and in this distance i am beautiful, dancing under the full moon, bare feet, flowing hair, and halos of light. from so far away i might appear as an angel btu the tears glistening beneath my feet and teh faint sound of crying is enough to dissolve that illusion and as it melts into the night fascination gives way to helplessness, now we are possessed with teh sense that we are witnessing the implosion of something beautiful.
what do you do when the stars in the sky are falling and the light erupting is so captivating that it is all there ever will be? what do you do when the destruction of something beautiful is mesmerizing and somehow beyond description? what do you do when you cant do anything but stand and watch?
sometimes, in the end, maybe its just enough to note the beauty.
by K @ 6:39 PM
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