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Everyone who is reading this: I’m so glad you’re alive. I’m so proud of you. You are loved. I’m here. Don’t give up, we’re almost there.

Seconds do not pass

Without changing.

I wish for your freedom.

To move the way you do.

I want to protect you,

But know someday it will end.

The day you no longer

Fill our lungs.

Is the day I die.

- Liminal Ink

Time

Second do not pass

Without changing.

I wish for your freedom.

To move the way you do.

I want to protect you,

But know someday it will end.

The day you no longer

Fill our lungs.

Is the day I die.

- Liminal Ink

Time will not rejuvenate memories.

We ride a torrent.

Moments desperately clung to, forgotten.

A changed bulb, never flickers again.

With your rays no longer in the room,

Sable shades haunt light you once shone.

Your colours were bright enough to ward them.

We both lose.

of tears,

resentment,

anger,

written in verse -

a thousand pages

saged

and burned,

embers

of a story

We are a symphony of hearts.

Blending beauty,

Worlds move to our rhythm.

Throats crave knowledge,

Yearning the words of our song.

They sing,

knowing we have found it.

They had known all along.

Love.