kittypryde123

It does get easier, in one of two ways: You close into yourself, for a while, letting the strings and ribbons they tied around your heart fall off. Then you can breathe again and all those places feel new again. The past isn't changed but the way you absorb those places, those sights and smells, isn't going through a filter made of that other person anymore. Or you close into yourself, for a while, hiding backstage, with the dust and used costumes, until you find a mask that looks close enough to you that it just might fool everyone. So you put it on and you walk out on stage. And everyone applauds and throws roses. You bow, you've done it.

It does get easier, in one of two ways: You close into yourself, for a while, letting the strings and ribbons they tied around your heart fall off. Then you can breathe again and all those places feel new again. The past isn't changed but the way you absorb those places, those sights and smells, isn't going through a filter made of that other person anymore. Or you close into yourself, for a while, hiding backstage, with the dust and used costumes, until you find a mask that looks close enough to you that it just might fool everyone. So you put it on and you walk out on stage. And everyone applauds and throws roses. You bow, you've done it.

a man in a black coat plays old swing I take dancing steps as I circle around the beggars on my way to the heart of the city where glass covers the rust The birds of Chernobyl circle above us casting shadows on all the machines we've built cigarette smoke tastes like ash and oranges and the film around me shines like a rainbow I am thirty three and in this mad place I have finally broken through been broken through we hold hands and watch the birds see them, one by one, fall from the sky you have brought me so much love and all the tears