Cufflink

A Boy With Roses

Glittering in the dark. I haven't spoken to my thoughts since I spoke to the stars, candles I snuffed out. I am a thimble to protect myself. Each passing thought is a danger with remarkable energy. Pushing myself to new limits, I shine. I button my shirt and wonder, where did you go? You are nothing but a whisper in my mind, a plate of fears and pains, a shadow following me through a labyrinth of memories. I hold the truth in my hands, woven into vibrant sunlight. Molasses in a needle's eye. A mushroom I picked, afloat in the music of my dream. I was your cufflink, and you needed me to be complete, like I need you to be complete. I shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep. You can't help me now. 

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