Tom
Missing Her
It’s the kind of smile…that crests on a once-starving man’s lips once he’s feasted on something far superior to bread alone.
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Getting “On Rope”
Is what I feel in my gut or in my head? How can a mere man tell the difference?
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Nature, Because I Love You
I am reminded of something that happened long before I was born, in a place that exists in my soul, a story told by a voice I’ve not met but perhaps know better than anyone.
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Yes, I Can
It was not a graceful fall. Nor was it painless. But, as most of my falls have been, it was a fall in the right direction.
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Sitting in my own sh*t
I’ve found the truth as I’ve gazed from the haze and saw the option of light and wonders of flight.
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The Hour of Separation
There, this man finds himself knowing a depth eternal in its scope, not waning in the process of knowing itself in sadness.
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