Spark All light had failed.There was only darkness. Darkness, and him, and the pain. The pain was the only thing that was not dark. When Maedhros closed his eyes, the pain even blocked out the darkness, drowning it, mostly red, sometimes white.There were no stars; even they had failed. Maybe they were still there somewhere, above the reeking fumes and smokes of the furnaces of Angband. Maybe they were already gone. Maybe the world was already gone. He had no way of knowing. Sometimes, it would rain, but the rain was black and oily, and it stank. There was no clean thing left in the world. It burned in his eyes and in the many wounds upon his bo
Losing The thing is, I lose everything.I've misplaced all thethings I own at least twice.No thing is safe from disappearing, it all slips between the threadsrough stitched fabricof my universe.A few weeks ago, a pair of rose colored rabbit-shaped earringswent missing.They must have scampered away from my bedside tableas I slept.and yesterday too my class ring, with dragon insigniacarved into its metal side,lost so many timesI've just stopped looking.It always turns up again like a hungry cat.Long ago I bid farewellto a book of poetryby Billy Collins,each page dressedin a suit of marginalia
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