Thursday, October 30, 2008

My heart breaks for the broken

As i was driving through my neighborhood (having a little chat with Elliott), I saw a young woman on the corner of someone's front yard.  She had dropped to her knees and began sobbing. As she grasped for every breath, the smoke from her cigarette filled her lungs. It was as though i could hear her questions run through her mind; the agony in her heart. And for those few uneasy moments, the Smoke answered her. Only, there were no words of comfort. there were no words of hope. The answers were relentless, tearing every invention of hope back to reality. 

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