Every breath is petrifying.
by runningwithellen
As your end nears
my loneliness increases.
Where am I. One day you will die.
And I will be alone.
This understanding is not yours.
Perhaps you understand how limited time is
Perhaps you understand life is ebbing.
And accept it.
To accept end of life.
Every breath is petrifying.
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Love Lingers Long.
Does it? I long for love to linger on the breath I take, take swept away, swept under and around, through limbs and branches, fallen as the leaves of autumn, woven through the white of winter.
I am glad you stopped at my blog.
Thank you.