did you let go of me
because you knew
that our souls were still
grasping hands?
and that one day,
we would find a way
to be back
in each other’s arms again.
About the Creator
S.R. Var
I wrote to understand the world around me. I stopped to become a scientist. Decades later, I write to understand myself. Perhaps if you see a bit of yourself in my writing, it may bring you some solace too.
Just being kind is enough in this world?
There’s a well-known saying that suggests financial strength is the source of anyone’s confidence; money, it claims, can remedy all inferiority complexes. The notion is that kindness is futile — excellence is the key.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharinga day ago in Poets
Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford5 days ago in Fiction
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