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Si dejo…
Si dejo la defensiva atrás no queda nada salvo el cúmulo de lágrimas que no derramé en los años anteriores, las que guardé tras el enojo y cada segundo de miedo y soledad. Si dejo el escudo de palabras y la mirada que todo analiza, no queda nada salvo silencio y complicidad con los demás, Continue reading
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Making sense of my own heart… yet again.
This cannot kill me for I’ve said goodbye almost daily for the last seven years. The only thing that makes it hurt a little more today is that… today I truly feel like it’s the last time. If it is and everything brought us here… I guess everything’s ready for me to stop holding on Continue reading
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I’d sit and wait…
I still watch the stars. Even more so than before. Today I found the very bright one from other years and remembered everything it meant then; Your thoughts upon me. Your attention over me. Your eyes on mine when I couldn’t even see. Everything around me today feels like my eyes did gazing at that Continue reading
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My Sun of Righteousness arises, carrying healing in His rays.
There’s an utter sadness weighing, flying over the wings of joy; maybe it’s my last piece of grief from everything that came to pass, everything that is, and everything that was. What could have been had I written anyway that day? I would’ve looked foolish, yes… but maybe you’d be here. Maybe you wouldn’t and Continue reading
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Autumn clearing
You’re high up, and I’m down low. One thing I know for sure and it’s this: Nothing takes You by surprise… That I spoke utter foolishness while growing up and how I wish I could speak new things; like how great You are, the greatest in the whole universe which fits in Your hand. That Continue reading
