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Complacency falls victim to those whom

We seem as our vicitmized saviours.

Tragic endings unfold in the

Brightest of days but cannot

Be found when the light dies faster

Than the sounds which surround it.

Worlds and lives are like photos in

An album. We look, glance, point, laugh

Scream, cry and yet loose no beat

In time or place. Our surroundings

Change not from our eyes, but from

Our hearts and minds. Smiles

Cling fastidious to our mouths

Hanging like moths on the wall

Near an entirely too dull light.

Only two things in life are constant

And need not be dwelt upon;

Change

And Sorrow.

One hour photos and a cheap pot

Of coffee are enough to keep me smiling

And yet I know that, for the moment,

It is just for show.

Smiles have become more frequent as of late

As words are spoken more freely.

Free your words, like a pile of autumn leaves.

Let me lay in them, look at the stars

And simply exist for a moment

Before I fall to simplistic dust.