“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” – Pablo Neruda

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Today, I walked through the cold and the numb

to search;

Peruse a version of truth, of reality

and found a great unknown.

Remembering myself to myself.

Sifting through those gratitudes I have, written on my heart

but only half believed of my deservance.

There is a hauntedness that follows me,

stroking my skin with tender fingers –

a whisper of where I’ve been and where I am now.

(Where am I going?)

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