I am a construct made of glass and strings- a bizarre assemblage of sharp and tinkling shards that resembles nothing so much as a broken pile beneath an empty window when there is no magic in me. But, in some mysterious way animated, I pull my own marionette strings, and awkwardly hoist myself from the…
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Even my Tears are Tired
Even my tears are tired. I no longer cry for the albatross. I no longer cry for the mariner. I don’t even cry for my lack of tears anymore. I just look at things that break my heart and I feel old and tired instead.