Musings on a broken glass - Life is seen by us through an infinite variety of shaded glass screens.  Normally our vision fades, slowly, from one screen to another, allowing us time to adjust.  Hate for example can tint our vision red, allow us to see the decay present beneath the status quo.  But sometimes something so powerful happens, that the glass itself is shattered, leaving us to force to adjust to the new vision, become stronger for it, or face our undoing.  Our capacity for love defines this vision.  When something happens to our love, when it ends or is ended for any reason, the glass is broken, leaving us in perceived pain, to deal with the frightening sensations alone.  Love ends in this pain, and leaves you hopelessly yearning for what was once held in your arms, but somehow slipped through your fingertips, to disappear behind broken shards.
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-Moon Sidhe © 1997