Poor words, of the language once lost.
Discovered, only to be lost again as the meaning does not manifest and fades back into the reality of what was.
Time remains too fast to follow, but appears steady in its destruction of all life. Nurturing the fade as the darkest parts of reality win over the shimmering glint of what we hoped could be real, even for the moment.
But it was not.
Simply flavors of tears, tasted in joy, but the oddity of the sad duality airs as a simplicity of emotional mechanics, crushing understanding further beneath the waves.
She never smiled again. How sad.
Dear Verizon, MIT, Harvard, and UC Berkley.
Thanks for advertising in my story.
Could you answer me BOT?
When you get butterflies in your tummies I must know why.
Why did you eat the precious butterflies?