A story of desolation...

Sometimes the fire in the diamond burns low...

There are those days when the world is not full of oppurtunities and possibilities. Some days, broken hopes and dusty dreams are all you have. With a handful of your shattered self, you look out the window and wait for the next day. The next day is the only ray of light you can see. You nestle your head in the lap of darkness and try and seek comfort.

Lying in your bed, you ache all over but you don't want to get up and get out. You are unhappy but even your tears ellude you...you don't even get the soothing satisfaction of crying.

There doesn't always have to be a reason. Sometimes, little drops of sorrow perculate your skin and keep collecting in a little vessel in your body. One day, the vessel just gets a little too full and a dark river washes over mind and senses. The reason? You can't remember the pictures floating around in each of those lil drops...so, what can you say when someone asks you what's wrong?

Some days are just a little cloudier than the others, that's all.

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