Love & War, Prose, Ramblings, Soul Stuff

The Aftermath

The dust settles at some point… all that’s left is rubble and…. mess – in her heart anyway. So now it’s about remembering. remembering how she survived it before… How did she do it in the past? Did she bury herself under her covers? No, she breathed… in and out and in again… that’s it… treat every moment as though you chose it. She chose this moment. It was hers… So what does one do with the moment one has chosen…? She’ll tell you when she knows…

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