The Stream Flows…

I spent my morning crying on the kitchen floor,for two hours, the pool of tears growing around me.  Is this the strength she spoke of moments before instilling permanency upon our situation?

Perhaps she’s grown to be more perceptive than I.

I find it hard in my current state to see past the permanency of darkness…may time afford my eyes the clarity required to continue…

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