by meerabel

When it finally went, it went quietly; like snuffing a candle, as if all the fireworks that came before were the pantomime-esque prelude to the real show. In the dim afterglow that was anything but warm, the cacophony of these past months seemed grotesque, a mockery of something wonderful – a gift – that had been battered like cheap papier mache until it was eviscerated of everything sweet within.

Carelessness gives way to bitterness; taking leads to losing; forever ends in finally.

No longer to strive only for strife.