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Saturday, August 14, 2010 23:30:00


Maybe...


It was the expression of THAT empty feeling that had sunk to the bottom of her gut. 
The years that had passed seem but just a tangle of memories. 
Almost like on repeat: a bad silent movie that draws on the ambiguity of the living. 
Lacking any sort of momentum for the change. 
Filled with monotonous plots that leaves one aching for something, anything. 
The thought of abandoned dreams replaying like a broken record. 
Forgotten, bottled, left aside to simmer. 
Decisions. 
No more regret or any ounce of sorrow. 
Gone is the pure negativity of the inner pains. 
But somehow, it seems like something that has become less, 
yet more. At the same time.
Perhaps, it is fear.


That he had already forgotten her.


Couples.


                                      She needed salvation.

she danced.