do not fret for him

"No my friend, darkness is not everywhere, for here and there I find faces illuminated from within; paper lanterns amoung the dark trees."
- Carole Borges

"The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us."
- Robert Louis Stevenson

"What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured."
- Kurt Vonnegut

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- L

well, hello there

Here are some things that have made me giggle lately -

- L

the time of ember

Her heart is full of ember.

The kind of warm truth.

She feels it shaking her bones.

Shaking them almost dry.

How long will this ember of warmth last.

A possible minute longer than the story?

These thoughts run up and down her spine.

Waiting for the wonder of the cry.

This burst will transform her.

More than she's been told.

The ember truth will shatter.

To reveal the beauty of love.

A beauty so pure, so true.

Her heart won't take it.

And she'll move to be.

On a cloud up above.

- L

slept in remembrance

She looked out the window.

Eyes filled with tears so pure.

She saw nothing of this moment.

Things that are meant to be.

Her soul dreamed of red.

Not this crowded green.

She dreams of previous life.

When times were full of heart.

And grace, laughter and love.

These slept-thoughts will comfort her.

Until they become too gray to see.

Then she raises her shaken hands.

To open the window of green.

Grasping onto fragile air.

She is screaming, crying out.

Asking for the time of last year.

For that time was forever.

That time was hers.

It was hers and all of theirs.

Memories of which are the most dear.

Thinking of the conversations.

The moments and laughter.

Crying out for November.

She cried for November.

- L

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all credit can be found on my tumblr, 'I Remember This...'

- L