Arrows Of Light

Photo / Javardh
This morning is a trust ceremony
It's okay to not be sure
The outside loud is SO loud, sometimes
The pain will tell you hope is naive
You will feel it like a brick in the center of your stomach
Equal parts horror, equal parts guilt that you are safe when others suffer

Beneath, there is a whispering
Whispering you back to before what you remember

Arrows of light 
A song returning 
A circle unbroken
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There is a love that hunts us ceaselessly 
​This is a trust ceremony

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