Monday, May 4, 2009
May 4th, 2009
Short fuses always have the potential to ignite everything surrounding it. When covered in oil, it could create a mere spark which will be the destruction of an entire society. Like the intensity of a hurricane, you ease in through the pain, the wind's brute force only growing stronger as you inch closer to the center. But in the eye of the storm, there is time to examine the debris, the limbs of trees scattered like the remains of broken people. It can take days or just a split second, but what's left to clean up is more than anyone should ever have to endure. As soon as the storm passes, the pain is over, but the scars are permanent.
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