Thursday, February 16, 2012

for the longing... for the empty hours and empty halls and unforgiven accidental tragedies, let them be.
its a wonderment, these times in which we exist, oblivion in one corner and possibility in another.
awaken the senses within you which deliver you, which carry you, which decipher you in awkward instance...
is not so difficult, all is but a remembering, a travelling full circle, a homecoming..
there is no prerequisite for forgiveness
nothing to be held to an invisible standard
forgiveness knows no such witholding.
& it is fine with being an unrequited gesture.

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