Pain
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Reality
Reality strikes hard, sometimes. The pain. The pain of others: it tears me to the bone. The delicacy of life, its precious petals. It all aches within this lithe human frame of mine. Cold impermanence. Startling truth. Fragile life. Sometimes… Continue reading
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Burn
You will not singe me, more. You will not burn me, never another day. And I know this is me: a child who clings to life within the depths of an ancient fire. And I know this is me: still… Continue reading
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A Quiet Day
Today my heart is quiet. And it knows deeply that it has lived. Continue reading
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Open. Release.
But did they give you a box of darkness? Or was the darkness already inside of you. Waiting for someone to press: open. And release. Continue reading
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These Tears
Do these tears make you uncomfortable? How about this: does the rain make you uncomfortable? The sky is not afraid to rain, and I am not afraid to cry. I am not afraid of what you’ll think of me if… Continue reading
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Frozen In Time
Winter in my eyes, the warm river of me slowly ceases to flow. Frozen in time, with only the memory of two hearts spinning into one sweet love. Continue reading
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In-between
I’ve just read a friend’s blog post. It’s broken me in half, completely stripped my soul bare. It was about that very raw and real human conundrum: that invisible place between here and there. That pristine place that almost exits,… Continue reading
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A Better Day
There’s a hurricane in your pain. It whirls around my body as I feel you; all the moments that sliced you open and exposed the parts of your soul you’ve tried so hard to forget. I see you, and I… Continue reading
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The Ache Of Ever After
When the sun joins hands with the silver white mountain tops, she will remember him. And an ache will drift slowly across the heart left between them. An ache of ever after’s ‘what if.’ An ache always to linger on. Continue reading
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