we are ironic paradigms…we are called to give everything, yet we seek more…we are hungry yet we eat three square meals (or more)…
our lives are ones of constant wonder…we change, we stay the same, we hurt, we heal, we cry, we are joyfully abandoned…
i will never know how my heart became so tenderized, like a pounded piece of beef…the very shape of it distorted…i didn’t ask for this…i have never known such grief…to let go would mean the beginning of something, something new…but i cannot release this old haunting love that has been an inspiration for veritable novels.
a smile. a wink. a nod. a sweet embrace. a kind word. lost. ever so lost.
ever a piece of tenderized beef or a gently formed shape, the icon of love? just one glance…
this will be the day when the earth stands still. when time no longer matters, when love is in every heart beat, when hope mingles with tears. this will be the day.
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