Silhouette….

shadow woman hat

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That was the day the sun stopped shining…

That was the day she realized she was dreaming…

Not living…

She was but a semblance of her former self…

An illusion created to protect…

Inevitably…

That very protection became self-induced isolation…

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She had believed everything…

Trusted everyone…

Perhaps naivety reigned…

Perhaps….so very many things…

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Falling into the very disillusionment that woke her to Life’s reality…

She welcomes this descent…

She knows it well…

She’s comfortable here surrounded by familiar phantoms…

All the disconsolate whispers…

Shadow’s silhouette casting the backdrop for a prior dream…

Antecedent of every hope, desire, aspiration…

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She will not cry…

Not one tear…

For they are hers alone…

And only when she is alone will they appear…

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    ΅〜 ೋღ  Christina ~  ೋღ 〜΅

Wipe Away My Tears…

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Wipe Away My Tears...

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Melancholy descends…
Enveloping me…
Past and present collide…
Contemplation in the aftermath…

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Past…present…future…
Coalesce into conflicted confusion…

 I see the light faintly through the black of night…beckoning me to its peace…
I sit…ponder…feel…

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Tumultuous emotions inducing me to feel everything at once…
Happy, despair, joy, hope, fear…
The tears fall unwillingly…
They ignore my plea to stop…
Mirrored images recreate remembrance of every detail I’ve fought so hard to forget…

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Life is fleeting…
In a heartbeat everything changes…

My strength is a façade…a mask worn long enough to convince me of it’s transparent deception…

Please…wipe away my tears…
Be strong for me…

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Let me smile through to my soul…
Let that happiness waiting in the peripheral fill me once again…
Let the sunshine in…

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Unspoken…

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A question reveals itself in your eyes…

Reflections in spirit…

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Words of knowledge, wisdom, advice…

Silly banter…

Unknown effect…

Words of comfort, healing, concern…

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Known is the inability to explore…

It is unreachable…unattainable…

Strengthening allure…

Words like a balm soothe the sadness deep inside the soul…

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A question is asked…

In between the words giving the answer

resides all that is wanted to be said but cannot be…

Unattainable…unreachable…

As it was…

As it must all ways be…

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Everything desperately wanting to be said

must remain unspoken…

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