There are three of me.
As time goes to infinity, two collide.
But what of the third?
Left to wander the spiderwork of shadows alone?
Category:
contemplation,
infinity,
shadows
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That was awesome
Good to see your writing. A pretty good start too, if I may say so.
Very nice! I hope that writing will be therapeutic for you.
It's 3am, I'm beset with pinkeye, and I've had 3 beers. Juventae Chasma is looking quite blurry.
I have lots of Love for you. Even when I feel moments of hopelessness, like being let into the deep end of the pool with weights on my feet. It's almost panic. And then I remember I do Love you.
I have no words. Yours are...are. Love.