I just lie here. I think about it. I smile. Then I close my eyes and my heart pierces again, another piece falls from its fragility like an autumn leaf, dried and unwanted slithers on the pavement as it breaks away from the tree. I remember that moment of a promise, of the words that described the permanent damage, and healed it in one caress. Of things that would never heal, of things that heal with a smile and a loving word. But sometimes, some places become sacred. Like a temple, with its four walls, but this temple just has two pillars, an idol that smiles and I can lie beneath the stars and feel one with god and I've never felt more peaceful.
That's my safest place on this earth.
