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January 2, 2015
I Know by Eqonosp is a powerful message of support.
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I know this fire.
This deep brittle burning.
These ashes know my name.
We are familiar.
I know how you feel.
This hurt; this raw pain.
This sick, twisting, contortion of your heart.
To be told there's nothing to worry about.
When it's a lie to your face.
Trust me, I know.
When in a moment, six years burns away into nothing.
Words.
Words.
Words...
are all that's left.
In memory.
In writing.
Etched into your skin.
Clawed into your brain now.
A haunting whisper that never goes away.
I know this feeling.
And though it never fully heals...
I am here for you.
This deep brittle burning.
These ashes know my name.
We are familiar.
I know how you feel.
This hurt; this raw pain.
This sick, twisting, contortion of your heart.
To be told there's nothing to worry about.
When it's a lie to your face.
Trust me, I know.
When in a moment, six years burns away into nothing.
Words.
Words.
Words...
are all that's left.
In memory.
In writing.
Etched into your skin.
Clawed into your brain now.
A haunting whisper that never goes away.
I know this feeling.
And though it never fully heals...
I am here for you.
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Watch the World Burn
When I was young, I was told I’d live to see the world end. I believed it to be true when the earth was split wide and began swallowing everything in its path before closing over it, sealing us in the soil.
When I was free, I assumed that was that; my world had ended, replaced by one of men who feared the unknown and an unknown that feared man.
I did not expect to find people and a place I could call home, didn’t ever imagine how attached I would become, how much I’d grow to love this odd little group of creatures. So when I watch a girl who I have thought of as a sister begin to spiral towards the dark as did my true sist
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And then, a quiet explosion
Trees, full of green vitality, swayed, shivered in the cool, early morning breeze. Butterflies floated, caressed flowers of all colours. Birds, they soared, danced and sung in the heavens. And below, hand in hand, the pair walked up a grassy hill without saying a word. None were needed. A non-awkward silence, smiles and laughs, were more than enough, precious. Time together, with their black and tan dog, full of heart, sniffing, playing, exploring about their feet – perfect.
The three reached the summit, sat, close, bathed in the warmth of each other’s love and followed the sun’s birth into a crystal clear sky, washing the
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The Only Thing Missing Is You
7:55 PM
you would have liked today. we went upstate like we used to, to the woods. i know it's been a while since you've seen the trees but they're as pretty as ever. they're just starting to fall. i wish you could have been there.
7:59 PM
i always wait for a reply from you, haha. then i remember
8:00 PM
anyway, we took a walk down to this lake too. there were rope swings hanging from a tree nearby and we froze our asses off swinging for nearly twenty minutes. i swear it felt like we were floating.
8:02 PM
hell, it was everything you used to love
11:23 PM
it's funny, on the ride home i was practically falling asleep, but now i can't even
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Dear heavens, that's such a familiar sentiment. I know you say you wrote it for a friend, and I truly hope that they have gained comfort from this.
What I love most about this is the way that you're describing a universal feeling without ever saying what caused it. We all know sorrow, loss, pain - and you've captured the enormous heartache that goes along with that. You've captured the sensation of devastation. Sometimes all you do have left are words, and often they aren't the right ones or the best ones, but they are all you have. And it's in those moments that you feel the most lost - when the tears have dried up and there is nothing left but to feel the pain. I almost prefer those moments when the pain is still fresh enough to allow the tears to fall.
I can tell you that I've had several experiences in my own life that "bring this home" for me. And all that's left is that whisper, and silence is never something that you know after those moments. Truly beautiful work, thank you so much for sharing it with the community. And congrats on the DD feature!
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What I love most about this is the way that you're describing a universal feeling without ever saying what caused it. We all know sorrow, loss, pain - and you've captured the enormous heartache that goes along with that. You've captured the sensation of devastation. Sometimes all you do have left are words, and often they aren't the right ones or the best ones, but they are all you have. And it's in those moments that you feel the most lost - when the tears have dried up and there is nothing left but to feel the pain. I almost prefer those moments when the pain is still fresh enough to allow the tears to fall.
I can tell you that I've had several experiences in my own life that "bring this home" for me. And all that's left is that whisper, and silence is never something that you know after those moments. Truly beautiful work, thank you so much for sharing it with the community. And congrats on the DD feature!
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