Soft whispers from your lips
A gentle kiss
Is it too much, too much

To ask for this?

I have to wonder if we have confused hardness with the strength it takes to truly give and receive love. There is much power in its gentleness.

Seek not a hard heart, but, one that is soft and pliable. One that is kind. One that is loving.

Oh, there is a necessity in writing, penning my thoughts, journaling or whatnot – for how else will I capture the moment as it passes; what happens if I should forget those minute details, or worse, what if I forget that moment – to be gone like an exhale on a cold morning?

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment — but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer? Lord Byron

And just like that, these words are done. I want to thank you for strolling along with me through the musings of my mind. Some days, I just have to let them go, giving them freedom, spread across the pages, to say what they say and do what they wish. No judgment.

Flowers. Always a Flower.

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