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Rhys Morrow in the past, present, and future, seen from the writing that makes its way from her notebook to your screen
"But even so, with the losing of my
mind or the faintness of my voice,
I will be grounded to sanity by the simple mention of you. Our genuine loyalty
to each other will be the medium for the blissfulness of life. It will hold each of our hands firmly and guide us by the linking
of our palms through the vulnerability and
humor of our undertakings."
"Not by its own doing,
but by those who squandered its time and auctioned its innocence. The church pews will creak beneath the weight of its death which so nonchalantly intertwines
through the clouds of gossip hovering above.
With the morning coffee still on their breath,
the town folk will come forth
one at a time with empty sorrows and
claims of cluelessness"
"As much as I think dreams reveal
that which hides in the shadows - the truths which can’t be sunkissed by the day - I can’t allow myself to believe this is sincerity.
The times I have stared in the mirror and forced your face to look back at mine would be worthless if I turned my own head towards despising instead. I am too intertwined in
the facets of your mind and desire to understand the jaggedness of your actions to throw it all away by the
faintness of a yelling voice."
"How old do you feel right now?
When you hear the ticking of the clock
does it throw you into the universe next door, or does it drag you back in and ask you to sit and stay a while longer?
You’ll find that the hands lay still resting against the face. But at a moment's notice,
they'll stand to dance to an increasingly
building tempo. Has maturity robbed you from the cradle and redirected you to someone else’s casket?"
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