No more reaching out.. No more trying to embrace a fickle past. No more trying to dent the callused walls of the present. No more sharing misspoken dreams of an uncertain future.
Done with the shadows that reach forward. Done with the one soul with whom I thought I could always find home. Desolate and empty, I turn from that illusion, casting it forever aside.
All practice, in fact all exercises grasp the solitary: If, What, All... Maybe along the way, I will retake the vows. Otherwise, I still can escape the redo...
Ciao
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