Sunday, November 25, 2012

the pale blue dot

You need me more than I need you;
I need that need more than you need me.


Nothing good ever came from following the rules. There are choices, and all the ones she made were wrong ones.

She knew he was the biggest one -thus far, anyway -and yet she pushed it, knowing she could kill it in an instant.

The trigger was in her hands, and yet she never pushed it.

Every time he deserved it, she played the tune with her fingertips, yet the trigger she would not pull.

Every slight was an escape hatch, but she blinked at the change in light. She knew someday the volcano would blow, but there was nowhere to go.

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