Description
The cold burns not only the air, but also words. Where “I love you” should be, there is emptiness, and instead of care, there is the dull ringing of a broken pearl. Everything looks almost mundane: resentment is hidden in a pocket, tears are hidden in a movie theater, but the heart still keeps asking “why.” The music hangs on the edge, as if you were swaying on a bridge that is already burning behind you. The irony is that no one has learned the lesson: it turned out to be easier to break than to protect.
Author: amitybloc, Benji Gershon
Gaffer Mark Sosiac