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Between the haze of being in a particular place knowing that distances could be distorted we still rush to dead-end destinies unable to change gear or get off the accelerator of unknowns. Our journeys have been mapped long before we even knew how to wander between our emotional mish-mash of dreams. Once in a while a comet rushes across our sensational universe of unions and we scuttle and scare at the cross-roads if a slight aberration disturbs the tranquility of our plans. When we finally part, taking with us all those things that collected memories we soon discover that real and unreal moments turn to distasteful mangled dislikes of each others onetime blistering companionship. Such is the shadow of love known and unknown. That which once gleamed and glistened in our first meeting now lurks in old dusty corners waiting for new resurrections. Nothing will bring back the life it once held. Heartbreaks can be healed moulded and mended in different furnaces. Set fire afresh each time this happens. Author Notes The changing attributes of relationships. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
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Between the haze of being in a particular place knowing that distances could be distorted we still rush to dead-end destinies unable to change gear or get off the accelerator of unknowns. Our journeys have been mapped long before we even knew how to wander between our emotional mish-mash of dreams. Once in a while a comet rushes across our sensational universe of unions and we scuttle and scare at the cross-roads if a slight aberration disturbs the tranquility of our plans. When we finally part, taking with us all those things that collected memories we soon discover that real and unreal moments turn to distasteful mangled dislikes of each others onetime blistering companionship. Such is the shadow of love known and unknown. That which once gleamed and glistened in our first meeting now lurks in old dusty corners waiting for new resurrections. Nothing will bring back the life it once held. Heartbreaks can be healed moulded and mended in different furnaces. Set fire afresh each time this happens. Author Notes The changing attributes of relationships. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
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