I know you’re hesitant, lost in quiet logic. I know you play out our conversations in a loop. I hear the echoes too. They haunt me when I’m trying to sleep. It’s really kind of a drag at 3 AM.
Objectively, however, after I’ve mulled over our discussions like a glass of reserve wine. I always come to the same conclusion.
A circle.
I’ll explain..
I feel as though we were two lines in a vast space running paralell & somewhere along the way our lines got close enough to graze. The force being greater than us- drew closer with every passing day, until the edges intertwined and curved towards the other. Connected, the lines formed a circle.
Do you understand now?
That is our story.
The story of completion in black disarray.
– sc
I love what you do with words. It is amazing how you shape your emotions and expressions into words.
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This such a wonderful intriguing piece. There is a parallel of positive and negative sentiment, a yin and yang of the heart, moving around and around it circular path
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Very articulate and the analogy use of the lines is absolutely brilliant!
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Thank you for stopping by liking & following I agree with Michael very articulate – look forward to catching up with many more of your posts and hitting the follow button.
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You have such beautiful imagery in your writing. I always feel that I’m walking along the path of the words when I read your stories. Joining in on the heels of the journey. I love that about your work. Thank you, and I hope you will keep sharing. 😊🌟
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Thank you so much. That really means a lot to me. I really appreciate that you feel that way. 😊😊
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At the center of this is a black hole with a white background, and never the t’wain shall meet. But that’s ok, in this disccnnected age. The plot thickens even as we plot out our lines.
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very positive imagination.the two parallel lines seem to meet at infinity.
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