Thursday, November 22, 2012

Explosions in the Sky

I couldn't take the shattered sky and piece it back together. The razor sharp shards cut my hands and let me bleed across the heavens. My blood dripped down, fast and wet, and exploding in your vision into bursts of a million colours. You were awed, you sighed, you laughed and you elated, but you didn't know that all beauty is a result of someone's pain.

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