Oh, life comes after us, lopping, deracinating -- making bonsais out of all of us. And eventually we retreat into the confines of something that scarcely dares sip lest... everything run out, be exhausted, die. Slapped back and chastised every time we try to soar.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2011-08-08 05:23 pm (UTC)or outside you -- sacked, dumped, betrayed?
What about it can you change?
Oh, life comes after us, lopping, deracinating -- making bonsais out of all of us. And eventually we retreat into the confines of something that scarcely dares sip lest... everything run out, be exhausted, die. Slapped back and chastised every time we try to soar.
I'm sorry for your loss.