a fading world.
I love gazing at my shadow in remembrance. Sometimes it is those shadows that cloud the wholeness of this world, of this existence, of this love. Oh, it not I. It was never— would I remember this more than not, dear heart?
Too, I adore the sweetness of sunshine in my eyes. Yet, it is sweeter in the reclusive dark. When the world fades, the source shines in a shimmer divine. The boundaries melt, nothingness a love longing to be felt.
Gratitude encompasses a droplet of truth— forget yourself. Become carried in ease.
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