“Enouement: the bittersweetness of arriving in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self” -John Koenig’s Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
Glimpses buffered in clouds

Of life and death




I went to a funeral today

Life fully lived

In memoriam

Of knowledge that grew out of experience adorned with thorns

But also that soft gently flowing breeze of love

That so delicately escaped youthful fingers

Only to be grasped firmly once lines of wisdom had appeared

It will all be okay

I wish I could tell you

And comfort you

And help you let go

Moments are not laminated

They are crisp

And wrinkle with time

They slowly deteriorate and fade

But they coat the earth

With warmth

Or bitter cold

You experienced unbearable pain

But the grace of love

Overshadowed it all

Inhale that relief if you can see this burning star

It has been dead for a millennia

But its story still has words


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