it's funny how easily destruction sneaks back into one's life
as if welcoming back an old friend
you always knew would, one day, return
it is always just a matter of time
in the end
they always find their way back home
they still know the places where the hardwood floor creaks
so that when they set foot in your hallway
you don't even hear them coming
surprise!
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the hurting / the healing
Poetry[ poetry bundle ] If there's anything I've learned these past 20 years, it's that life is never perfect. Some days are harder than others. Some days I feel so utterly happy that I fall in love with being alive. Others I feel so empty and tired it se...
