She unseals, unfolds, refolds, and seals again
A letter of long gone joy and outworn pain,
Engulfed in a wave of unprecedented fear,
She hurriedly wipes away a lonesome tear,
For the bygone memories still posed a threat
Like the undealt cards of a misplaced bet!
©Aaysid
“We are products of our past, but we don’t have to be prisoners of it.”
Rick Warren
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Sometimes the only way
To break the ice
Is to stage a fight;
To slip and fall all over
The vast expanse
Of time which stands
Frozen beneath your feet,
Inside your ears,
And behind the glazed
Look in your eyes—
We can pretend
That nothing says love
Like shards of ice
Sticking out of a heart
That once was afire!
©Aaysid
“But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.“
Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
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Outrageously Erratic 