They say that beneath this mantle a bird is dying
the beat of its heart carves a gem for you every sunset.
As it fades, the water feels so warm... the sky wants to release its cry.
Bird
Phoenix
My life
(for all eternity, I hug you)
I am blessed that I was able to keep these moments. I also feel like going back there to live them, and if it is possible, with you.
These were the opening lines I wrote today in my journal, my sanctuary to express gratitude for all that makes me grow within. However, I noticed a discrepancy; I mentioned feeling blessed to keep photos in a gallery, images steeped in nostalgia in your absence.
I was saddened to feel that I did not live those moments to the fullest, as my mind could only wander in the memory of a ghost.
I've closed my diary and I'm going to find you.
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