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one day it just happened and the sun came out and you remembered everything. i had been lying there, face to my knees, letting her fly fly away, freeing the pain, and it was as if the world opened up....
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whatever you read in a story book is pure fiction. i know the truth and the way it shines through my window. i remember the rotting of the melancholia you covered me with in the feigned concept of...
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i see inside my insides and wonder each morning and each evening, if i run to catch your hand will i be strong enough to give you what you need, will you hold it tight and never let go…i see my insides...
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If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream. ~ Rene Magritte Some days I walk all one, not alone. I woke this morning to the sounds and the space and...
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the tables are turning and i can choose, you said. i leave that world behind full of loneliness and worry and fear and darkness, you said. one day the phone rang and there you were, so happy that i...
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well no one on earth would ever have thought and by that i mean the clouds that i look at and the sun that rests upon your skin means we are and we will be, not just someday but on that day. you are my...
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you wrote me while i was sleeping and you kissed me every day until the sun came up and the cows went home and every morning you’d be there, either with your head propped up on one hand, laying on your...
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you know i never needed a lot. i watch you watch the bees anchoring themselves into those sunflowers and am reminded of the way i would pick the smaller, scandalous blooms from the ground…don’t blow,...
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let it go, i asked you. heal yourself, i asked you. what we once thought as cool, as sexy even…it is lost. leave it behind and when you’ll look back you’ll be amazed at the journey. what was started...
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when i wrote you, i wrote of good things and how we’d someday be. we’d someday be up top on that hill, sittin’ there, you lookin’ at me, me lookin’ at you, smilin’ that little smile. we were, we did,...
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it was just me then, a girl in a mirror, closing her eyes, a little smile when she moved just so and a bit like this and that. my girlhood, my memory of those years, hearing music and turning and...
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there is a time and there was a time and yet today, today is the time. i sit and reach out and there it is – my life, my bliss, my unwavering fidelity, my chapters unwritten and those from long ago,...
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Thank you, I said. Thank you, he said back. We walked, we ran, we stumbled towards the ocean and over the ocean and back again. We certainly have seen a lot over these past few years, you said. And...
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“don’t follow your passion, follow your curiosity.” ~ elizabeth gilbert Maybe that’s what it is. So many look and look while refusing to see. That’s what stifles me, what frustrates me, what causes the...
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