Current location:	a better place
Current mood:	leaving

- The Weapon -
The year is almost coming to an end.

I have changed, as people do- you know how the heart changes, the smile changes, the soul changes. The distance between who we are and who we want to be is not as far as we may think. For example, one person may say that we cannot reach the stars; they are too cold-brilliant-beautiful, they drape across the velvet sky like tiny, fluttering hearts.

They hang like hope, fall like raindrops, and shatter like glass.

And yet, another person may cup his hands with water, and murmur- look, I hold a star in my palm. Look, how it shines. Look, how lovely it is.

For me, where time has frozen, the past cannot be thawed. Where wounds have healed, scars refuse to fade. Where you once tread, footsteps remain. And so, in this world, from the lowest place on earth- of one thing I became certain. 


Love is the sharpest blade of all.


Knowing this, I climbed out from where you had trapped me. I walked away from where you had hurt me. With a quiet sense of satisfaction, I rebuilt the walls you once tore down. And gently, ever so gently, I left you behind.

Thus, this year has ended.


-Skiein