A question to comment or ponder on:
How does one engender empathy (and hope) in ones darkest hour? Do we/can we do it (engender empathy) because life is fundamentally amazing, even though (or because), is spite of it all, it has an ending?
#darkthoughts
The Visitor
step over the portal into the atrium not the inner chamber just visiting it all seems so familiar but it’s not music’s playing don’t know the playlist coffee’s warm but tastes different just need to lay my head where my hat lies maybe next time
© 2018 michael d emmerich
Cold Chains
cold chains hold me down black holes suck me in medicine for the soul best taken cold and dry iron chains draggin’ me down sliding down a muddy hillside into a strange world in me or in you?
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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