What is friendship but a dialogue that takes years to enfold?
When the dialogue becomes a monologue, friendship unfolds
Into two lonely worlds.
In this sorrowful event, there are frightening weeds
That twist and turn in directions unfathomable,
Impossible to predict.
Fistfuls are ripped away, an attempt of salvage,
But roots are invisible to the human eye.
Commence the heart and see what eyes cannot,
Grab the invaders with mightier endeavor,
Pull by the roots.
Save the dialogue, keep its shape enfolding.
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Hi, thanks for the comment on my blog. You asked me what happened. Well I started writing my blog to help me make sense of what was happening with my situation (having my second manic episode and all) but since my last post I haven't had the compulsion to write more. I've never thought of myself as a good writer but I feel I enjoy the process of writing (if that makes sense). I'll have a browse through your blog, what I've read so far is intriguing
ReplyDeleteP.S. Of course I don't mind about the name of your blog. What can I say, great minds think alike, right? :)
did not know you had a blogspot. tres bien
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