Okay,I take back what I said because I just realized this is my 100th post for 2008
Besides,Amir was disappointed to know I'll stop blogging till October
I wouldn't want to let you down,now
Even if my entries are boring and worthy of a yawn or two.Here goes,the 100th POST.
When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound.
When a window shatters,or a table leg breaks,or when a picture falls off the wall,it makes a noise.
But as for your heart,when that breaks,its completely silent.
You'd think it was so important it would make the loudest,cochlea-damaging noise in the world
or even some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a symbol or a chime of the bell.
But its silent and sometimes,you'd wish there would be a noise to distract you from the pain,the heart-ache
However,even if there is a noise,its internal.It screams but no one can hear it but you.
So loud,your ears ring and your head aches and your tears are threatening to start a storm of their own.
It trashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea;it roars like a mother bear who's cub has been taken away.
That's what it looks like,what it sounds like,a thrashing,panicking,trapped great big beast,roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions.
That's the funny thing about love,no one is untouchable.
As wild as that,as raw as an open wound exposed to salty sea water
But when it finally breaks,its silent.
You're just screaming on the inside,and no one can hear it.
When a window shatters,or a table leg breaks,or when a picture falls off the wall,it makes a noise.
But as for your heart,when that breaks,its completely silent.
You'd think it was so important it would make the loudest,cochlea-damaging noise in the world
or even some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a symbol or a chime of the bell.
But its silent and sometimes,you'd wish there would be a noise to distract you from the pain,the heart-ache
However,even if there is a noise,its internal.It screams but no one can hear it but you.
So loud,your ears ring and your head aches and your tears are threatening to start a storm of their own.
It trashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea;it roars like a mother bear who's cub has been taken away.
That's what it looks like,what it sounds like,a thrashing,panicking,trapped great big beast,roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions.
That's the funny thing about love,no one is untouchable.
As wild as that,as raw as an open wound exposed to salty sea water
But when it finally breaks,its silent.
You're just screaming on the inside,and no one can hear it.
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