Her bemused smirk told him he was being made fun of
It didn’t help though, since if he asked about its meaning she would belittle him even more
Now if she made up the whole thing, well if he let that go she would hold that against him for years
That’s why he studied her. Was hent even a word? He hoped she would give him even the slightest…
Chilled to her bones, she tried to finish her typing, listening to the percussive clatter of the keys
Only the chattering wasn’t just the keyboard, but her teeth beat a duet with her fingers
Leaving her to wonder if the furnace was ever going to kick in
Didn’t remember she had placed a hold on it so no heat came for a long time
Been promised that everything would be fine
Except that was never going to be true
That shouldn’t have surprised her
Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks
And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried
Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together
Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right
Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard. She spit on his grave.
Giving up and letting go of reality
Realizing being delusional is so much easier to cope
If you think about it, though, that is so scary to do
Perhaps It might be better to hold on for dear life
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Be brave and spread your wings
It might seem insane to jump out of your comfort zone
Releasing your safety for the unknown
Don’t hold back. It is time for you to fly.
The mathmagicians cast their spell of logic
Electrical and mechanical design engineers took that energy and gave it physical form
Constructing a simulacrum of silicon and glass
Handing it off to the whisperers of binary
Now they coded in the soul and function of the new beast
Ordering the chaos of all the possibilities of this new creation
Lifting it from an inanimate object
Obscuring the line between animated and animator
Giving the world a new fascination that
You can hold in your hand
Perhaps the most antiquated name for such a modern device
Here is a pocket supercomputer
Or a way to send text messages around the globe in a blink of an eye
No one thinks its primary function is to hold a voice conversation anymore
Everyone keeps it on silent and never answers anyway
Adrift in a sea of high emotions
No sunrise on the horizon to be found
Caution blew away with the high winds hours ago
Hearing the waves pounding on the rocks
Only thing he could safely do was ground himself against the current
Releasing the weight, he felt it plunge deep and hold, but for how long
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