Category: Mindscapes
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Passing Time
I feel the end is drawing near, would time be so kind to slow? You are everything to me, my dear, you are all I really know. But as I sit and wait and fear and watch the hours go— Everything that happened here happened long ago. – Lullabies, by Lang Leav
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Losing You
I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back. Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard but the next was harder. I knew with a sinking feeling it was going to get worse, and I wasn’t going to be okay…
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Winter’s Sunset
There’s something wonderfully sad about a winter’s sunset. It deadens the pain, the melancholy of regret. A fleeting moment of calm surrender. And ephemeral beauty. Captured in an instant. Forever preserved. In the vast darkness of my heart. A tiny light deserved
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Your Hand in My Hands
When your hand is in my hands, when my words are in your words, we could get lost just walking like that. When your breath is in my breath, and solitude is close to us, I put my head on your shoulder and fall asleep. I wake up in your love, and win by losing…
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Days of the Past – Part 3
I remember a time still. When pain was yet unknown. There was hope for love. And nothing could go wrong. But that was before I knew I would neither be lucky nor strong. Days of the Past 1 | Days of the Past 2
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Days of the Past – Part 2
I remember the moments now past. When hope was closer than despair still. A friend could be called to talk about anything and everything. Or for no reason whatsoever. Life was good even when it made me weep. All those small happy moments were mine to keep. I remember before. Way before. In the past.…
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Days of the Past – Part 1
I remember the days of the past. When life was full of promises still. Simple pleasures brightened the days. Chocolates and pure butter milk cookies with glaze. Long breakfasts and homemade food. Lazy evenings with friends brightened the mood. I remember the times of the past. When the promise of love was certain still. Not…
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Last of the Dreams (Part 3)
Coming back from the ceremony, she feels tired. It is late and she has to get up early. Still, she does not feel like going to bed, on this, her last evening as a girl. Her younger cousins take turn to decorate her with Henna, they too tired from the evenings festivities. As she closes…
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Sorry
Sorry. Deeply and profoundly sorry. For the times I say it, but not strongly enough. For the times I should say it, and I don’t. And especially for the times I do not even realize I should have said it. Sorry. For all those times and many more.
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Shooting Star
I am going to dream about a shooting star. A shooting star that is always so bright. A shooting star that is so far, yet so very and dearly close that I can even see its light shining down on me, and feel its warmth in my heart. This shooting star is always there even…
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