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you begin to change your hopes and your thought patterns. one day the skies are a different color than they have ever been, and there is a beautiful gleam among the clouds that enters your soul in the most complementory manner.
you speak in low whispers into her ears, and begin to create moments that last for intense brief instances. like the explosion of intergalactic supernovas; comprising of all of the matter in the universe and all of its spectrum of colors and rays, into a tightly wound defience of energy and scientific explanation, then all-at-once exhales, and breathes anew as it resonates and echoes.
and then, in the same manner, it's gone.
the moments of this brief relationship fades into the dim of memory. your body aches in parallel shades of emotional pains; the once sturdy planks of your heart's ship, rots through and the timbers splinter in the heat of her frayed departure.
and you float, again alone , surrounded by everything and nothing all at once, while the day turns to dusk. your only close friends are the fleeting sun and the rising moon. everything is away from you and you have nothing to look forward to, but the flat, disregarding horizon.
birds fly south and you close your eyes on her for the last time.
this is what ends feel like. this is what ends feel like.
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