Sense or nonsense matters not; writing is the rhythm of the words.
Love this. So very very true. It is how we lived that lives on.
I'm so fearful of the inevitable, but this is truly lovely.
This is beautiful in its simplicity and subtlety. Broad brush strokes provide a deep picture...
You are, simply put, always right on the money.
Now THAT puts it into perspective. Perfect words, perfect image.
this is perfection. that image, those words, i am in awe.
This reminds me of the game I used to play as a kid when we would have to fall back into someone's arms with our eyes closed. You'd just have to trust the person would catch you. I never could do it because I didn't like the free-falling feeling. But when it does happen, and I let myself go, I would imagine this is what it would feel like.
since my mothers death, i have thought more, as i still am working on her estate, of what we leave behind. and who we are, who we were. if we were to know how our obituary would read, we might adjust our life. what do we leave behind? things, rewards...or people who will think fondly of us, decades after we are gone?
you are continuing to leave me speechless. 4 short lines, and all is said.
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how i've missed having time to read your words...
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