The broken pieces laid there for a thousands years on since gravity attracted them closer to it; when they were still one.
They did not lead a happy life before those years.
One can say they started living exactly when it got freed from itself.
Being born is not accurate, because life is best described by gazing at a blossoming flower at dusk when the light touches its veins.
The beginning of the end happened in 824th of a second.
No one dared moved the broken pieces, since they seemed so much happier in a state of destruction than unity.
This only works on bodies that fall, and are stopped by the hardened ground below them.
Will you stay broken?
Saturday, July 24, 2010
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