ingredients:
- a piece of chocolate,
- a shooting star,
- unbridled passion,
- unbroken hearts,
- undying love,
- hopeful ideals,
- eternity,
if this is real.
crush into a fine powder,
encase in a dissolving capsule.
take one at the onset of meaninglessness.
the heart aches,
the pain erodes.
the joy remains,
the warmth turns cold.
and then you discover
that what you thought was a panacea
was only an anesthetic.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 10:11 AM UTC
ingredients:
- a piece of chocolate,
- a shooting star,
- unbridled passion,
- unbroken hearts,
- undying love,
- hopeful ideals,
- eternity,
if this is real.
crush into a fine powder,
encase in a dissolving capsule.
take one at the onset of meaninglessness.
the heart aches,
the pain erodes.
the joy remains,
the warmth turns cold.
and then you discover
that what you thought was a panacea
was only an anesthetic.
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