I do not let my heart wear down with longing – I remember, my love has no limit, no barricade.  I do not lament a physical parting; I am alone, my trajectory linearly laid.  As I leave behind everything I have grown to call home, it becomes clear, these misunderstood attachments – my home, my heart, my love, lives in me, in eternal detachment.


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    1. And I will remember every moment. Thank you for reading and contributing to this website, Mike. You’ve enriched this experiment.

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