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  Aug 2021 ScriptedReposts
ryn
My heels had felt
harsh gravity
of the steep downhill...

My toes suffered,
the vicious bite
of the incline.

My soles had tasted
the everlasting bland
offered by the flat of the earth.

I know the distance.

Alas I run unequipped,
with a horse’s breath.
  Aug 2021 ScriptedReposts
ryn
We both
fell in love
with the idea
of eternity.

Unfortunately,
eternity...
Never fell for us.
  Aug 2021 ScriptedReposts
ryn
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If our family was a tree,
you must be the roots.

Forever planted,
forever supporting,
forever nurturing.


Just so that all of us,
may bask in the amber
of the sun...
And bathe in the silver
of the moon.


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  Aug 2021 ScriptedReposts
ryn
Unravelling...
Like an
endless spool of yarn...

Constant flow
of thoughts,

only punctuated
by the break
between each song
and the next.
  Aug 2021 ScriptedReposts
ryn
When the periphery is muted,
one walks the precipice -
long and narrow.

Open minds are fenced in;
And are inadvertently confined
to hushed tones
and feeble babbles.

Life then ceases to be a journey...

But rather,
                 a recurring commute.
  Aug 2021 ScriptedReposts
ryn
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It would eternally echo,

the pain that you’d entertain,
and feel...

But if it didn’t hurt,

then it never was real.


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  Aug 2021 ScriptedReposts
ryn
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