And the only thing that plagues me now on those cold, once lonely nights, is the question of whether I will ever be able to believe again. Will I ever be able to feel? Its no longer a refreshing change, but now almost as worrying. Fire to ice, fire to ice.
And perhaps you will find yourself melting into a puddle, soaking up the sunshine once more.
ReplyDeleteI dont think that a person who is able to express such insightful reflections, with clarity, while at the same time displaying a sympathetic and kindhearted nature, should be overly concered about never feeling or believing again....as to the permafrost melting or cycling between the two if that is what you meant, the future knows your concerns, so Im sure eventually youll be fine. Even I almost think that for myself :))
ReplyDeletefire and ice is me and you and life.
ReplyDeletestars fall and we just sigh.
I think I worry about the same things. It is something we shouldn't have to worry about! Maybe one day..we won't...
ReplyDeleteI'm always on fire, the ice is you're wall fear. I can melt that for you.
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