An Exercise in Futility

Written by Orchid on May 1, 2014. Posted in Blog

Your switch has been flipped and despite my best intentions, I am helpless in the face of this despair.

Folding in on myself as I fall to my knees, I scramble to scoop all the pieces up.  I look each one over and dust them off carefully but just as soon as I think I’ve salvaged everything it all turns to ash in my hands.  The delicate flakes slip through my fingers until all that remains are dirty palms.

During those times when you find yourself underneath the thumb of your sadness, I am there with you.  I cannot help it.  Your pain is my pain.

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Orchid

Painted Lady. Brass Acrobat. Aerialist. Snake Charmer. Jill-Of-All-Trades. Nerdery Enthusiast. Show-off. Writer. Photographer. Doodler. Cheese, all the cheese.

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