is to leave oneself open to pain.
Romantic or otherwise, the conclusion is crystal: every love ends in tragedy, because one of the lovers must die. That's Hemingway paraphrased.
Smart man. Knew much. Spoke less. And somehow, captured life beautifully.
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tonight, it plagues me because I've got mortality on my mind and lead for feet. It keeps playing the same ole broken record - over and over and over again.
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fear.what else is new?
fades to black.
3 comments:
how does one get over this type of cinfusion/mystery/anguish?? if you ever figure it out, pass the knowledge onto the girl that rarely has a clue!! thanx!!:)
yes please pass that knowledge on somehow....i need it:(
that was beautiful what you wrote. it got me to thinking for about 30 mins now and i just took a break from that deep abyss of thought to write that i loved this post!
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