Broken Branches and Broken Hearts

December 21, 2010
A tree stands still in the night sky. I've never seen something so beautiful, so perfect in my eyes. Marks of imperfection cover the tree. It has awkward branches and shriveled up leaves. Maybe it's the fact that I've never been so happy. But this tree that is nothing but normal, is remarkable to me. The tree turns his head and looks at me. I smile and count his freckles and fall to my knees.
The tree turns his back and walks away. While I watch the midnight sky and scream words I wish I could say.

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