The nonexistent tears;
They fall like snow on glass
Creating a white layer of cotton
Between what you think may be, and what is
True, we are out of the perfect world
But here, in imperfection we must try to survive
Not only for our sake, but for everyone else's:
Where would their intellect go, if we collapsed?
xvx
AN: a short piece for a friend who insists she's right….it applies to fanfiction because it comes to mind as what Harry might be thinking now, just replace "intellect" with courage.