Grief
Grief is strange, it comes at you from all angles.
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Memory
It begins where it ends…in nothingness. A nightmare born from deepest fears, coming to me unguarded…whispering images unlocked from time and distance. A soul unbound – touched by others but never held. On a course charted by some unseen hand. The journey ahead promising no more than my past reflecting back upon me. Until at…
Action/Reaction
Every action changes our fate.
To thine own self be true
‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet
These are the lives we chose
There is only one path. For good or bad these are the lives we choose.