blood_red_sharpie_denoument once again And they have become untied. They have fallen apart and they have torn down the bridge. They have given up their moments and their memories, to the great gulf of time. They say time heals all wounds, but this is not true, for there are a great many things that time cannot heal. There are wounds that bleed for days and weeks and months and years. For no story ever ends. You drop your pebble in the pool and the ripples spread. The story goes on. And Life continues. What you chose to do is yours alone. Even as they untie these knots, even as they rip the seams in the dissolution of this union. They know that they can never really part. Bits of cotton cling to the rough spots on her soul. Stands of hair have twined in the empty spots in his soul. In them is the truth of every love that’s ever broken, every story not quite ended, everyone that’s come undone. ”How does the story end?” ”The story is never over.” 041029 what's it to you? who go blather from