Fleur du soleil

The kind of thing that sweeps you up & spreads you into millions of pieces. To not feel it would be inhuman.

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12:58 p.m on March 11, 2010

….you all know what happened this day.

“Do you believe everything happens for a reason?” he says.

Yes, I do, but I don’t see why this time, & that’s what’s getting me. All I can think of is this new found idea to appreciate everything. But that’s not worth as much to me as he was.

                                       I hope you heard that.

  You’re worth more than a personal achievement & intangible part of the good soul.

Regardless, i hope

I don’t know what hope is anymore.

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