9/13/22
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You must
remember.
As much as
you don’t
want to…
You must
remember.
You must
feel.
With your
body.
If love
is anything
at all,
it is,
at a minimum,
eternal
and cannot,
therefore,
ever be won, done,
dealt-with, or dead.
This is why
most people
avoid it,
even unconsciously.
(Especially unconsciously.)
I heard one say
to the blackhearted
& the mourners of
a truly dead girl,
like a deranged
crazy lunatic:
“Why all
the fuss?
Why all
the tears?
This little
girl
is not
dead…
not really.
She’s just…
….sleeping.”
And their tears
were stopped
and replaced
by a rage
and a laughter
filling the room
spilling from
their chests.
Good thing she
slept through that.
Good thing they
didn’t get to witness
her hearing it, either.
How awful to hear
your neighbors, friends, and kin
laughing at the prospect
of you ever breathing again
as your very first sound
when woken as a babe
from the underworld!
