Had this one going through my head today while reading the forum... It's weird, because I'm actually in a much more hopeful place than I have been. Or so I've been telling myself.
Quote: We are not together here, though we lie entwined. To make room for the other presence, we both draw back in our minds... I have a prophecy threatening to spill into words: this growing certainty of Over.
There once was a time I was sure of the bond, when my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough. We are the same but our lives move along, and the third one between replaces what once was love.
Freedom is being alone; I fear liberation. But something more alive than silence swallows conversation. No pleasing drama in subtle averted eyes, the swelling fermata as the chord dies.
"Between," Vienna Teng
I am turning in revolution
these are the scars that silence carved
on me