What do you do when things fall apart and you don't want to pick up the pieces because there's always that slight chance that things are better broken, than the way they were before?
Like dropping a glass just to see it shatter, we break our lives for love of destruction, to see something so beautiful disappear into a billion small fragments.
It's too broken now to be put back together, and some pieces are lost.
Why did I break such unparalleled beauty? Why does life pose such challenges? Why must I grow up? Why is the sky blue?
We can never revert to things long passed. We can only think back, and smile to ourselves at the beauty we once destroyed.
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