The Milieu of a beautiful Life

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the tears of the earth merged with me before I was even conceived the grief my mother felt inside my grandmother's womb times of war and...

and I always thought that this was it I grew up to believe in the standards of a well controlled society I couldn't quite see (yet) how...

where does love go when I forget what I am does it need a rest does it become forlorn and weary tearing at the soul of the universe does...

it's the everflowing overflowing universal love that creates us you and I like the oceans spiral motion ascending descending once more...

when I turn a blind eye to my sister's plight shutting out her existence as if it's not a part of what we are I have failed to...

I am surrounded by death in every single breath death is not for the dead they couldn't care less death is for all of us who haven't come...

full frontal exposure nothing less would suffice you remain fearless in the full view of me gifting me with different points of views...

I saw them appearing to dance from a distance away it all began with the slight stirring of one breaking away from the group's random...

grief washes over me with such intensity tearing me asunder when I give way to my imagined pain it takes my breath in such a way I feel...

I remember the sense of abandonment when I felt I was no longer held by love and I drowned in the sorrow of my loneliness they say that...