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Morning.
Sky: bright.
Early.
Awake.
Alone, but warm.
Comfortable. Serene.
The knife in my heart
Twists
As expected
But the pain is... distant.
Intensity: diminished.
As though someone has poured anaesthetic down the blade,
And drop by drop
It enters my chest cavity.
Slight numbness;
Still the pressure,
but infinitesimally less pain.
I think of you, to test myself.
Ouch.
Small discomfort.
I whisper your name.
Oh, beloved. I still miss you.
But the crushing agony abates.
Perhaps only for today.
I resolve to make the most of it.
Sky: bright.
Early.
Awake.
Alone, but warm.
Comfortable. Serene.
The knife in my heart
Twists
As expected
But the pain is... distant.
Intensity: diminished.
As though someone has poured anaesthetic down the blade,
And drop by drop
It enters my chest cavity.
Slight numbness;
Still the pressure,
but infinitesimally less pain.
I think of you, to test myself.
Ouch.
Small discomfort.
I whisper your name.
Oh, beloved. I still miss you.
But the crushing agony abates.
Perhaps only for today.
I resolve to make the most of it.
Literature
reflective
One minute you will stand watching prior moments drift past your fingertips on kite strings. You will think, I could not have known such things would fly away. You will think, I was happier tied to such fragments of time. You will think, My heart sang for lack of knowledge. My heart leapt for ignorance. Witness now--the mouth of a tunnel, think then on the other end. Close your eyes and fall backward, into the shoes of former selves, envying their blindness to this present. Linger. Then lean back into reality-- your future shouldn't need to wander forward alone.
Literature
vincent
I skated out on to the thinned out ice between cowardice and polite offense too difficult to face of cobblestone that led the path of commoner sense I was led to ask history never allows a follow up question you told me of a gentle night sunflowers and starry night all that was true was all that was right earth is cold, and the winds stood still illusion is ego, the favorite chill stood back then and is standing still. It is of words a mortal curse that fans that flame from bad to worst horse hooves call before the hearse tell me I am of doom and gloom and providence has filled the room I caught the game too late...... ice cracks deep.
Literature
Between Light and Dark
Suffering in the rain, while dancing under the stars. I know light will break through; that light will cast a shadow, but shadows give shade on a hot summer day, so I'll stand in that light and let the shadows fall. Love in the light and love in the dark, knowing both will come and go. The little stars twinkling in the sky, reminding me how alone we are in this cold, vast ocean makes love harder in darkness and light, knowing forever isn't coming and now is all we have—now is everything we have, and in the presence of now, I don't feel so alone. Rain pours and stars shine, as Now wraps a scarf around my neck, and in the midst of suffering, we dance on together.
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I think I'll give this year a chance.
The last few days... they haven't been so bad.
I only promised to survive until the year was over, but maybe, just maybe, I will take one day more, one at a time.
The last few days... they haven't been so bad.
I only promised to survive until the year was over, but maybe, just maybe, I will take one day more, one at a time.
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