The ebb and flow of life after death…is exhausting.
The ache is elongated…sporadic…and then drawn-out again.
There is no cadence to life.
Living is always a step off beat...and doesn't fall into place for very long.
Just as the sun rises…darkness begins to cast it's shadow.
As one shade of grief is conquered…another arrives.
The ache is elongated…sporadic…and then drawn-out again.
There is no cadence to life.
Living is always a step off beat...and doesn't fall into place for very long.
Just as the sun rises…darkness begins to cast it's shadow.
As one shade of grief is conquered…another arrives.
This appears to be a journey with no ending…no destination...no arrival.
Unfortunately…the path is not steady.
So the question becomes...
Can you move forward with the rise and fall of the road?
Unfortunately…the path is not steady.
So the question becomes...
Can you move forward with the rise and fall of the road?
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