It started like the drop of a hat.
Everything fell apart.
Time slipped through her fingers.
A fragile glass globe, shattering into pieces she would desperately try to hold together.
But failure was going to be the eventual result.
A new normal was inevitable.
But what if she didn't want a new normal?
What if things were better where they were.
Imperfect as it was, her life was better than what it would become.
March 14th, 2020
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PoetryMaybe this is poetry, maybe it's not. Partial poetry may be a good term, or maybe just elegant rambles. I don't know. But I do know that I love the stars, because they hold secrets beyond one's imagination. I don't know if anyone will truly enjoy a...
