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@2 Avenue Blue,
lies a slate overgrown with the bluest of moments,
cue the crashing waves of silence, and a wooden ship carelessly washed ashore;
unwanted and forsaken
@2 Avenue Blue,
a terminal night falls, showing no signs of any kind of hope in dawning crimson . . .
white-capped and perpetual waves of the past
wash away so many castles built,
gifts in the sand,
the sacred stuff of God;
fragile things, like so many grains of a dream lost to heaven, maybe hell
@2 Avenue Blue
midnight cries at a butter yellow moon, a flickering candle in a desolate night sky,
a solemn lunar lullabye
to the crashing waves of change,
forever washing clean the sins and inherent innocence of a distant
yet barren shore . . .
discovered, yet unknown and maybe new
@2 Avenue Blue
My heart hurts…it will get better with time, but right now, it hurts….
RU in a dark period?
U have got to lighten this up!
I love it.
a terminal night falls, showing no signs of any kind of hope
I know those nights. And their emptiness
“fragile things, like so many grains of a dream lost to heaven, maybe hell”
I love that line because I can see it and feel it.
If I had to quote my favourite line, I’d have to quote the whole thing.
There isn’t another person I’m aware of that can dance with pain as beautifully as you do, as if to say ‘now that you’re here, I’ll honour you with all I’ve got’.
Somedays I think it’s a God given gift.
Somedays I worry it may be a curse.
But everyday I am proud to know someone who is this courageous and at the same time vulnerable.
You are beautiful.
And that light shines in abundance from your lines.
the imagery . . is . . amazing.
you are amazing.