Nebula
Shedding of something beautiful. Nothing lasts forever. It all ends. But as it does, it's breathtaking.
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Hush
A hush falls upon my night. A quiet sound so loud. I can hear my heart beating. Or are they my thoughts saying "Come, let's play!"
Never
The writing was on the wall. It just took me a very long time to read it, comprehend it.... That we were never . We were never meant to be.
Memory
What is it like to have faith in the unknown? To let go and be free? What does it feel like to be fearless and reckless? Can one let go in careless abandon and see where a path may lead, or does fear of old patterns make one stop and call for caution? What does it feel like to feel it for the first time? Why does one compare? Why cannot memory be erased, so an experience, a wanting, a feeling, feels brand new?
Softly
When was the Book of Love written? Who penned their feelings first? Who presented their thoughts to another and said " Carry me softly. My heart is fragile".
New
We have come full circle. From the start, now to the end. From a quietness to a silence again. A newness. Familiarity. An ease. Fitting together. To only become strangers again. Allowing for us both to make space for the new.
Sigh
There's a pause. A quick peek. A sigh. And again, after a little while. She repeats this. Where are you? Come take me away. Take me with you.