An Invitation to Share My PainWhat sound, what contrivance, lends such solace to the soul as a lover’s heartbeat - the Mother’s heartbeat? The Spirit cannot fathom the tenuous nature of such ambiguous ease -An Invitation to Share My Pain
simple ambiance speeding outward from a fallible forge. The strength of this fragile reassurance diminishes as it travels outward from its nativity until far enough outward it explodes and perishes, leaving silence it its wake. There is no mercy in silence, no solace, no reprieve. Silence is its own distinctive tongue – the end is a cacophony of nothing. In that silence, I heard “I love thee not”
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