When we finally accept the pain, accept the fact that we will not get more than we’ve been given for a countless amount of time, we don’t expect anything to change nor get better. We root within this thought, we grow it deeper and deeper. We want to accept the way it is, just so we don’t need to feel so much pain anymore.
When suddenly someone wants to change our ground from cold, dry and full of stones into a soft and watered soil, it is far too late for a change. We don’t care anymore. We’ve lost something. Something that once was a living part of us.
Cut flowers wither. Fallen stars dissapear. Torn hearts don’t mend.
After all you can’t go find a snowflake that has melted many winters ago.
That’s why I think Oz never wanted to belive in promises. That’s why Oz never wanted to show his inner self. That is why Oz, if thrown back into the abyss, would change completely and become the mirror image of Jack.
Broken. Never able to bend together again.