A phonograph skips incessantly
at the crest of the final chorus.
No one present to lift the needle
the sounds become a rhythm__
A perpetual motion dance.
But songs must end
even those terrible (and stuck in your head).
Restart the record
to realize happiness understands only things transient.
True hope cannot exist without endings.
1 comment:
I know there's a lot of truth in this. It's beyond me right now. Endings require effort and introspection.
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