"Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back … Maybe, you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be."
~ Carrie Bradshaw.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

"Crystal Visions."

Here's a quicky, gentlemen ... It's probably not the one Small-Town hopefuls was a hopin' for, but hey.

Trust.
"You can trust me!" ... How many times has that blown up in your face? Personally, I've lost count. It's like counting the miserable sheep when you're too tired to sleep ~ What a grueling sport that is.
Trust is like a Mirror. You can "fix it" when it's broke. However, you'll still see a crack in that motherfuckers' reflection.

Broken Trust ~ The Scar on Belief everywhere.

Never forsake Trust.
'Ya don't know whatcha' got 'till its gone ... Easily lost, Hardly found.
The crinkled dollar which blew 'outta your pocket on a freezing, snowy Winter's Day. The freshly lit cigarette gusting in the wind, rolling along with the wind on the Freeway. Gone.

However, Trust can't be Found by uncovering the Snowflakes, or wandering about for that Nicotine fix ... It could be forever lost Without a Trace, like the Friend or Lover breached.

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