Smells dusty, feels like
your hug - but I don’t want to
wash it now you’re gone.
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J. R. Lowe
By day, I'm a PhD student, by night.... I'm still a PhD student, but sometimes I procrastinate by writing on Vocal. Based in Australia.
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The Cave Part 11
Darkness, and the countless points of light, as if the entire void beyond was filled with the fire of a million stars. I felt as if I was staring into the eternity of a night sky beyond those wooden doors, the place beyond the actual reality, while I stood behind a curtain of scenery, the mountain and sky a mere pretense. And in that void beyond of unfathomable space, there hung suspended a mighty shard of crystal floating in place, with hundreds of a far smaller chunks orbiting around it in balanced but intersecting circles, no two in the same path. These caught the light from the center, and sparkled with inner fire each.
By Jamye Sharp5 days ago in Chapters
Comments (6)
Oof. Says a lot with just a few words!
truly a comforter...my oldest son transitioned to Heaven on September 2. I sleep with an unwashed tee shirt of his to hold him close by. His scent and his DNA linger and it helps so much. Your haiku told it beautifully
Objects definitely hold something of our lost loves 🩷 Beautiful sentiment
Ouch. This is so relatable and sad and a wonderful entry. Well done Josh lad
Ah, the comfort of a comforter. It's weird, isn't it, how you feel if you wash something after someone's gone, it's taking away something of them?
Sometimes you can't let it go. I definitely get it. Nicely done!