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Breeze swept across the calm water.  The scent of summer lifted to gently graze on the plateau of the senses.  Warmth from the ever glowing sun engulfs every feeling.  A slight shuffle forward to stumble in a sea of roses darkened by the comforting shadow of a magnificent cloud revealing a certain silver gleam.  One glance above blinds all sense of reason to shower drops of cold, sweet rain.  Only when looking down does it show the hollow person.  Through watching a reflection in every drop that falls does it reveal little by little the hollowness.  The empty eyes, the weakened torso, the pursed dry lips, whitened hair, the shape of a clenched fist.  Before revealing the full body, darkness befalls only with a faint light flickering in the distance.  As the flame’s playful dance stirs more an outline of a figure walks back and forth.  Viewing the scene as though it was a movie, the figure awaited anxiously for a response, only a bewildered, flustered face was the only image cleared up as the other figure walks away limping but smiling with a helping hand.  A sudden flash envelops the surroundings only to die down in front of many moments passing by.  The first vague moment pictures a slender woman lipping the words, “It can’t be.”  She turns only to have the hollow man keep hold yelling, “It shouldn’t be this way.”  With a tear journeying down her face to the ever brightened smile she says, “I’m happy, I have him.”  Not wanting to let go the hollow man disappears into the mist creeping unto the moment.  As the mist begins to clear a past moment appears as a meal happily finished for celebration of a single person.  A banquet fit for a princess.  Hours move by as the princess arrives to take one little bite after begging of the hollowed man,  only to say it is an unworthy taste.  No love could have been put into this.  The moment crumbles as though an earthquake rumbles the earth to descend onto the last clear moment, a hug.  This time, however, it is right in the moment.  Craving for just one hug, she denies him only to happily say that there is no need when only hate exists in her heart. It is brought back to a familiar scent of plush roses glistening by the overlooking moon guiding above.  I can’t say I miss you because it is taboo that leads to chaos.  I can not make anything of worth to even be thought of as a sincere heartfelt effort.  Unable to share a simple comforting warmth of a hug to express a small I love you.  1 led to 2 only to stay at 2 brought back to 1.  Left with sadness and emptiness.  It’s clear that there rather be someone else than me.  The last chance I had, left only to view the beautiful world around me hollow.  Each of you have another, to not just replace but erase or distract the presence and memory of me.  Frustration and anger at the blatant lie being placed in front of me.  My own lie merits this lie doesn’t it?  You hate me, you are disgusted with me and you distance me to have him.

(Does this actually work writing?  It just seems to make things clearer and cause a deeper cut. Not to be read, just written)