she is me
It’s been three nights of assorted dreams, four days bursting with reality, and yet even now I can’t shed the feeling of how it felt to weep in her embrace.
I found myself in a theater full of people past- sitting idling by watching a film with no moving picture- just a lighted screen that shown with the reflection of the motionless crowd. The seats were bathed in crimson velvet and all the faces shadowed with uncertainty.
She sat in a chair at the end of a long hallway lighted by several hundred candles. Her face was familiar. It was as if she was me; but she was better. I kneeled by her side and listened as she spoke about life.
“There are two types of people. The type that love one and the type that love many.”
She took my hands into hers as I asked, “what if I falter?”
“We are but predestined to thrive. No matter which choices you make which journey you travel, you will find your way back into my arms.”
She held me there, in the hall, in her embrace. I felt courage so great that it split me open so deep that I wept.
I wept.
I found myself in a theater full of people past- sitting idling by watching a film with no moving picture- just a lighted screen that shown with the reflection of the motionless crowd. The seats were bathed in crimson velvet and all the faces shadowed with uncertainty.
She sat in a chair at the end of a long hallway lighted by several hundred candles. Her face was familiar. It was as if she was me; but she was better. I kneeled by her side and listened as she spoke about life.
“There are two types of people. The type that love one and the type that love many.”
She took my hands into hers as I asked, “what if I falter?”
“We are but predestined to thrive. No matter which choices you make which journey you travel, you will find your way back into my arms.”
She held me there, in the hall, in her embrace. I felt courage so great that it split me open so deep that I wept.
I wept.
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