As words dissociate from emotions, the residual silence is often comforting. The eeriness that sometimes follows might grapple one with fear of the unknown. This very uneasiness from the uncertainty makes for a pause that seems like a lifetime #SILENCE.
Breath becoming air is simply a return of air to its original form, yet for the brief time it finds solace in me, the AIR gets purpose and me, LIFE. It exits the dead and never stays within the living for too long. It is everywhere and still cannot be seen, nor touched. So, simply #BREATHE.
Love is often a letter received and not read, written or sent. Just like the delicious mouthwatering pastry for the polygenic and ill or the aged cheese for the psychogenic and down; its beauty comes from conflict and its greatness lies in the tragedy of it all #LOVE.
Death is the end for the inconceivable and beginning of pain for the inconsolable. It’s uniqueness comes from its permanence. it is where hope falls short and recovery rests in peace and time #END
As we squirm to release from the discomfort of our senses, a battle within that was quietly won, like the Bichir popping its head off water for a fresh gasp of air, a new day is seamlessly born, and along with it, hope! #HOPE