there is so much beauty here in this city of hurt. there are all the old violations of childhood of adolescence and finally, now in grown up hood.it's so heavy
i trod along the sandy shore
i've always walked along the shore, hoping that my tears won't be sighted by passersby
desperately wishing that the infinity in the waves beyond the horizon are a sure promise of
more joy
less pain
2 comments:
You aren't alone. Knowing that the potential for joy even exists, after so much pain, is hope & faith. Enough reason to expect more.
They are infinite, the waves, and you too are infinite. Dream. Love her.
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