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The home I grew up in hasn't always been a place where I felt safe. The threats weren't obvious, or loud, but rather found in dark, and silent spaces.
But there were sounds I found to be soothing for the nervous system. Like the clattering of a sowing machine, or the clicking of an old-fashioned typewriter.
Those were the moments, when other's focus was taken off of me, and I could focus on...
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At the core of silken memory dwells the rock bottom of raucous intrusion. Humbly we put on rose-coloured glasses, and apologetically soothe the edges to then wonder, why we feel homesick. But only the restless warriors bear a chance to truly know their place.
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Skipping monotonous, the page turned itself directly from chocolate, and mistletoe kisses, to describing the apogee of who we were. A place to call home turned into whiteout survival. A hearth cold as stone, where worry pretty much became the new normal. Perception turned upside-down for one, caused bruises on the other. Indigo hues bled into wintertide's...
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One silent night, blankets on the sofa, a mug of cocoa, a book title suggested by a magazine: Saffron Spices And You.
I believe in auguries. So, I'm anticipating my next cuppa will be golden milk with cinnamon, and black pepper.
I remember the last time we met. It is a world away, now. Our last words have not been spoken in peace. Not on your end, anyway. The bleak house of toxic family patterns became your fortress.
Love is an anchor, they say. But my love did not save you. Perhaps, love rather is an acre, and we are the gardeners.
I hope, you rest peacefully, now.
Love.
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Love is my anchor.
A nice phrase, isn't it?
Pretty, even.
Everybody wants it -
an anchor.
But nobody is willing
to get their hands dirty.
angel rays on snow
magic in its purest form
delight in the day
#WriteMap 385 - ordinary
#FoxProse - our altar twists in red
#BrknShards - through the looking-glass
#PennedReveries - understanding each Other
#soulseedslove - tether yourself to me
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An ordinary incident. Probably, most people wouldn't even pay any attention to it.
But I'm not like most people. Not since, in the nightmares, they finally sucked me dry, and made me one of them.
Worried I might have no reflection, I stare into the looking-glass until...
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