AllTheRandomThings

A Healing Place


Notice of absence from AllTheRandomThings
If.I'm.Not.Here/I'm.There...As.The.Wind.Blows.So.Does.
The.Unheard.Memories.Of.What.We.Could.Of.Shared.
If.I.Were.Present.

The fractures of love
Boil and crackle into a liquidated abyss.
Walls of constant silence that I am undeserving of.
A romantic first kiss, to the butterflies our thoughts often dismiss.
Those emotional memories I long for, yet I wish would never exist.
How I love the winds gust, and the cities rioting song as I subsist.
Absence subdues a lonely soul, and acceptance was the secret.


It’s that place that we keep hidden deep within
It’s that place where we can be true and release our sins
It’s that place of forgiveness to feel safe and ready
It’s that place where we claw back on our feet, tall and steady



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