Cadit quaestio…
For nine months you nurtured me inside your encompassing, protective space. Why do you inflict such anguish on me now?
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Dum vivimus, vivamus.
There are just some things that cannot be said in a place of established orthodox. But once in awhile, someone comes into our lives with words that incite us to freely express ourselves. Such is what I am attempting, even if words are not the medium which my mind works.
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to a new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom; and make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile and leave footprints in our hearts, but we are never, ever the same.
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