This opposition

 
Seems my love is still bound 
Within its own confines
I've not let go of the broken chains
I hold this tight grip
As if to let go wouldn't really free me
But send me tumbling to my death
 
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Nocnitsa's picture

Reminds me of: "What's the

Reminds me of:

"What's the point of forgetting 

If it's followed by dying?"
Joseph Brodsky

"I have become a second generation cosmic being, I am conceived in the womb of nature, in my own mind... In the womb of the universe."

Tallulah's picture

Which

makes me ask what's the point of living if it's followed by dying?

 

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?

It's a growing ground for our spirits, perhaps? Maybe death is metamorphosis into something our material bodies can't see.


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Right? I forget a lot of stuff. It seems like bad memories override the good in some cases. What's the point of dying if you can't forget?


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Tallulah's picture

Very

good write.

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:l

Thank you, Tallulah! Appreciate the read and comment.


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allets's picture

Love Is Life

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A good thing, inescapable love. Never let go. ~A~


 

 

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Hmmm...

or, Aaahhhhhh. How do I get my brain completely on board with that. I love, i know that. Just gotta give more to myself. Starting to... 

Wanna be able to give fully to others. I'm still holding back. :~}=) 

 


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