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You spoke of stars, of incomprehensible numbers. Of the world, so big, with people so small. And I joined in, laying a perfect descant above a lustful melody. We laughed bitterly about Fate's clichéd cruelty, you with your partner and me with my plane ticket. But our laughs complemented each other flawlessly, and when my flitting treble was joined by your playful bass, the world grew understanding and I could breathe a sigh of relief. Ocean's surface showed only tragedy's timing, but to ourselves we allowed a sweet smile, a secret. Surely Fate, though Heartache's mistress, would reform her ways. Just for us. For two who never knew they were only puzzle pieces until they found how supernaturally they fit. Behind our worried eyes we kept silent the thought neither of us truly doubted– that we would be Fate's exception. And Fate giggled in the dark, daring us to try to defy her, waiting for the opportunity to prove us wrong. And with our feet in the sand, our eyes to the sea, we heard her cold mirth, an empty soprano brought in with the waves. Scared, we left. Gave up beaches for concrete. Hand in hand, until the memory of Fate invaded clumsily. And, not wanting to anger her, we refused her the opportunity by never trying to defy.
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Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 10:04 PM UTC
Our Beach
You spoke of stars, of incomprehensible numbers. Of the world, so big, with people so small. And I joined in, laying a perfect descant above a lustful melody. We laughed bitterly about Fate's clichéd cruelty, you with your partner and me with my plane ticket. But our laughs complemented each other flawlessly, and when my flitting treble was joined by your playful bass, the world grew understanding and I could breathe a sigh of relief. Ocean's surface showed only tragedy's timing, but to ourselves we allowed a sweet smile, a secret. Surely Fate, though Heartache's mistress, would reform her ways. Just for us. For two who never knew they were only puzzle pieces until they found how supernaturally they fit. Behind our worried eyes we kept silent the thought neither of us truly doubted– that we would be Fate's exception. And Fate giggled in the dark, daring us to try to defy her, waiting for the opportunity to prove us wrong. And with our feet in the sand, our eyes to the sea, we heard her cold mirth, an empty soprano brought in with the waves. Scared, we left. Gave up beaches for concrete. Hand in hand, until the memory of Fate invaded clumsily. And, not wanting to anger her, we refused her the opportunity by never trying to defy.
Why is everything real in my life so utterly trite?
zoe
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Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 10:04 PM UTC
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