Fondly

 

O, to love lightly, with a heavy hand. To sequester hurt, in support of fame. To grip softly, against callous skin.

Is to pose beneath a fruit tree, in blossom; is to smile and delight, in delighting; is to stand contently, though encumbered.

Oh, to not be alone, and to sacrifice a solitude no other could touch.

And to be touched.

 

music: day 26 – perfectly blind

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