exploration on my dumb liar ex-friend

She felt like a million songs.

A billion dancing notes fell in rivers through the valley of her mind, and the twisting rain of pelting sound fell with the force of falling trees.

But what is the reason? she asked, but silent, as watermusic swirled around her mind. Sunbeams would have fallen except for the night which fell instead.


For here is the question:

Where is the honesty in a broken promise?

Where is the kindness in a false word?

And where is the love in the voice of one who does not speak?


And all of a sudden the thunder became clear, as the singing stormwind raced up and down the scales of reason and of hope, intimating there were things to understand in his lies--

That even one who claimed to prize virtue and who promised he would always be there
can still be a liar.

She took a deep breath, and her inhalation stilled the music.

But she still felt like a million songs.