Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

ALL

No one can give you back the things you lost or the heart once yours, now broke.

Unrecognizable.

When you go backwards, you are piecing together but the pieces don't fit perfectly anymore.

I keep breaking things. Coffee cup, two glass bowls. I find the glass in strange places, all around the kitchen. When stepping backwards through time, the shards, the dust that is scattered, you can't collect, and so the larger pieces they're not joined quiet as nicely as you hoped.

And none of it makes sense. Because backwards, you can't find evyerhting. d

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