Monday, 26 March 2018


Time passes. Painted faces bleach in the sunlight. Dirt accumulates on varnish and grime permanently adheres itself to polished surfaces.
Outside the sun rises and sets, the clouds and stars whirling to a tune orchestrated by the universe.
Birth and death march through the world, each taking their chance at destroying and redeeming it.
And in a corner of a long abandoned jewelry box, a tiny jewel is caught between splinters. Engraved upon it are the words never spoken, the question never asked, the hopes and dreams never revealed.
Can you forgive me?

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