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Quiet Truths

Quiet Truths

The unnamed thing 

exists.

The thing we named

does not.

Or rather, it fell apart.

Blood is not louder than 

the sound of rain

on the window

waking up sleeping

children.

Still, I do not prefer the silence.

Just quiet words, quiet truths.

A reminder of something once named

is a reminder of the unknown.

A reminder of a soul who lived

is a reminder of a smile 

erased.

I Changed

I Changed

When it is the last time I see you all your flaws either disappear or are so heightened I cannot bear another moment with you. Either way, it is the last time. If we meet again, it will be the first time.

In the dreams 

of ancestors 

we always were.

What is the cost of 

waking up from a dream

filled with despair?

The longer the road

the farther I have come.

The more worthwhile is the destination.

I heard they claimed

it was for for You

when we cut off each other’s hands.

Who knows

why we crave

some and not others.

Who knows who

belongs to you?

She is an abundance of love,

gentle and strong.

Who knows how far

she traveled to become?

A tear means release.

To build my self, the

core must unravel. I will 

face what hides within.

You and your mother

are not the same. Just your smile, 

nowhere else is she.