The Catcher of Moments

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Sometimes I take tiny little boxes
Cut out from mirrors
And fold them around split-seconds
I laugh when they struggle to break free
Because they throw their Existence in such a way
That I can see through their opaque skins
It is lonely being a Catcher of Moments
It is a duty
A passion
A hatred.
When I push my boxes towards others
The light often blinds them.
Last February I found a Trader whom I could give my little moments
In return for darker colored ones
We exchanged our wares
And walked away less for it
Now, when I put the moments into boxes
They are sealed with a stifling twinge of Un-Innocence
They no longer fight
So I no longer laugh
At least now I know there are more Catchers in the Unknown for me to encounter





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Anonymous16 said...
Nov. 15, 2009 at 7:59 pm
I have traded with you
and I have walked away better for it
and i'd miss you a lot if you went away
 
Hilary R. replied...
Nov. 17, 2009 at 4:33 pm
aww thank you...well i'm not going anywhere anytime soon, and when i do i'll be sure to facebook lol
 
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