Without a pen in my hands for over a year.
No shared story.
…
I remember the moments
when my tears eased the pain of my allies.
Where is the time I thought?
Closer than the last memory.
Where is the moment I thought?
Caressing the skin.
Where is the thought, I thought?
In the richness of sharing that gives without conditions. Free from the thought.
Where is the thought free from the thought, I thought?
Where the music sounds in the eternity of the smile.
What gives you the smile, I thought?
The friendship in the world despite the gravity of the thought where it still can be found.
Where's the friendship, I thought?
In your eyes looking at me with the shared story.
Where is life going, I thought?
As far as you want to take it.
What brings me this far, I thought?
YOU
Now, where words flow from the bottom of the heart.
Free from time
in the preciousness of the breath.
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