"Holding on..."
Stuck somewhere between the heart and lips pushed down by the echoes of memory echoes loss: the mirror reflection of connection.
We spend our lives shedding pieces of ourselves: molten hopes and dreams that slough off into the thoughts of everyone we meet like stardust falling to the Earth from distant stars.
These are the pieces we hold on to: the pieces that are part of us that can never be put back into the same place again after they dissolve into nothing.
I was struck with an intense sadness upon looking up at this pic: tangle of branches against the grey winter sky on a particularly bleak winter day a took by someone in web....few months ago but as I gazed at it (even now really), it filled me with a sense of hope as if I was witnessing life connecting in a grand way.
sorrow of nature being xpressd ........
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nyc yyar...
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