In my solitude I reach your smell, your lips still warming my vessel, my drink. So beautifully said. good write.-
heather wilkins
Death is not infinite...and in fact,if not for it...we would never realise Utopia...However, the grief, rue, and passionate sadness that one experiences after losing a beloved is not an event that one can truly attain this so-called "Closure"... Closure on loss can only be achieved if that person never meant all you say that they did...We learn to have elongated episodes of "Cope", so as not to befall into a cavern of Depression...The memories we ostensibly fgreeze-frame and capture within our Third-Eye can trigger as much sorrow and pain as it can illicit smile and grain(fruitfulness). There be no escaping these feelings...for if we were able to, then ther'd be no Crosses for us to carry up our hill that benchmarks to Utopia...Good Write- Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
Death is not infinite...and in fact,if not for it...we would never realise Utopia...However, the grief, rue, and passionate sadness that one experiences after losing a beloved is not an event that one can truly attain this so-called "Closure"... Closure on loss can only be achieved if that person never meant all you say that they did...We learn to have elongated episodes of "Cope", so as not to befall into a cavern of Depression...The memories we ostensibly fgreeze-frame and capture within our Third-Eye can trigger as much sorrow and pain as it can illicit smile and grain(fruitfulness). There be no escaping these feelings...for if we were able to, then ther'd be no Crosses for us to carry up our hill that benchmarks to Utopia...Good Write- Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
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