So all the dreams came crashing down, ripped apart at the seams. What good had love done? What good was love now? All that was left was the hurt. All that mattered was the pain. The fiery singe burnt right through. Alarming surges of disbelief hit head on. Flashes across the years - all those years, infused with ethereal negativity - not wired in anymore. Out of sync. A wasted whim was all that stood to gain. Absolute bereavement, colliding emotions, evaporating faith. Oh, the multitudes of agony. Why, just another answerless question. A perpetual loop. Defining a confirmation of sorts, a mockery of what was never meant to be. What was wanted and what was needed were not one and the same. Had they been? Even if, they never would be again. It was failed destiny, a tryst with nature and signs and niceness. And ruined love. And it hurt, so so much. But then ruin was a gift they said, ruin was the road to transformation. The whoosh of a phoenix tail. The magic that caused a run down to wipe out, to begin anew, to evolve. Every scar that transformed into a lesson learnt, every tear that led into bigger, that gave way to better.
Hush now, what was that? Was it true? Maybe the dream is still on. Maybe it is for real. And its time to part. Its time to be. Its time to go.
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