Broken into pieces, shattered into a myriad of infinite fragments that left imprints that can’t be replaced. The bond that held the glue together became undone and so did his love. The numbing echo of opaque pieces left forsaken were for her to fix as she fixed most of the myriad of infinite pieces that laid across her open wounds, the salt never numbed the pain but the pieces were left untouched only to be restored by an unimaginable silhouette that shadowed the unforeseen magnificence of her life and of her love.
James Jebusa Shannon- The Sevres Vase
“When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.” – Oscar Wilde
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Karen SK
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Thank you but I was just recently recognized 😉 thank again
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Why is it that the salt never numbed the pain. Was the pain so repetitive that the salt couldn’t do its part?
I would like to hear more about this silhouette. Hopefully it was substantial enough to bring these “pieces that laid upon her open wound” to a non opaque form. Standing tall and finally shining bright on their own!
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