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it was many years agoand i had many years to goand there aren’t many years leftnow anyways but how i still rememberhow to sketch your face how it felt to be closerthan the page to charcoalnot worrying about how many yearswe’d draw out of thissoon to be still life
it is sillybut i am still stuckbelieving in an impossible world where things aren’t so loudwhere there is equal measure of sunand skyand where love lives a little longerthan loss
why are youstill shadowing thebeautiful things build something delightfulinstead then if the beautiful thingsdo not comeit is no bother you will have builtsomething delightfulyou will have becomethat beautiful thingthat others will wishto shadow
what am i afraid ofin this life perhaps it isthat i will have done no thingsthat truly scare me perhaps it isi fearwhat i am perhaps, worst of all,i am afraid that there isreally nothing to fearin this life and how horrifyingis the lonely absencei must learn to tread
it is truethat i came lateto joy but anyone who arrives herein the small stop of happinessis lucky some never bloomand some only know the enjoyment of watchingothers blossom keep your eyes on youfor look lookat how much you’ve grown and how much more youstill will
oh godi must be over thinking againi must be over feeling againi must be over it by nowbut here i am, lover,hoping you come over again
so much talk about flight little saythat it is the landingthat will determineif you can flyagain find your footingstand straightand thenyou will findwhat you can take offto soar
perhaps the problemwas that you would cut what blossomsto prove to othersthere were flowers around stand alonedo not pluck it awayyou are growingwhere others cannot
now at the endand long ways from a beginningi cannot remember,i am remindedthat life is simplya series of slumped goodbyesfilled with the stutter stepsof hellossaid in between do you hear that silence? it is all of us in unioson,chanting your name,soon enough
it took many deathsof ito live a littlewith you would i take it all again yes yes yesdo no tbe mistaken i was not ibefore you
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