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By Ali Date: 2008 Jun 11 Comment on this Work [[2008.06.11.09.14.31514]] |
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Sometimes, in order to end, you have to begin again. But-- I don't know what that means, or what I mean anymore. It's just a lot of noise against the silence, rallying itself against the walls of my heart, like a tick-tock rhythm that follows, beat after beat. Sometimes, in order to begin, you have to find the end, trail the circle to itself, the mystery half eaten, the love half swallowed, and the time long past run out. Sometimes, you have to admit that love doesn't make sense. And move on. As if proximity was the cause of all ills, and the spark of all joys. Because distance isn't really distance until the stars have died, and the moon no longer fills you with wishes. Sometimes, you just have to say goodbye. |