Quote – “A Tale of Grief” – 9/17/2020

“Whispering through the soil, would ricochet the sheer emptiness that pertains to his defeat. Her defeat, too, runs through the dust and debris of the gathered earth, of miles into endlessness. One word from his mouth would not rupture a thing. One word from his mouth would not ever damage another thing. One finger, or one hand, and nothing. Nothing else can be broken, when the heart is. These are the fragments of the deepest reflection, while only now is the mind looking back. Memories are not shelter. They are full of rain. Only the reignition of his pain, like an engine refueled, can transmit all knowledge into full, gleaming awareness.”

– Scenery’s Grief

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