The ache slowly diminishes. Flashbacks mimic pluvial rhythms, constantly rushing by: crawling, walking, running and driving. As you reminisce, images of the first kiss, the first check, the first ring and more appear before you recall the last kiss, the last check and the last hand that gripped yours.
It all blurs into formless neon and soon, a scintilla of light. Suddenly, nothing comes to mind. Well, nothing but survival. The light expands like a youthful universe.
You are confused.
You are enraged and downtrodden.
You are safe.
You are held.
You are born.
Again.
About the Creator
Rich R.
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