Broken and Eclipsed
To be replaced post heartache
Everything reminds me of you.
Can you imagine what that’s like?
Looking around and seeing the cause of my heartache reflected in faces, pictures, clothing, drinks, food, places, people.
I cry most nights, fearing that there is no longer hope, that I have, or shall, soon be replaced, eclipsed, lost to obscurity.
Probably will be, or perhaps already have been. For that is my fate.
Some say I wasn’t enough, that I was too dark, that I blocked your light, and hid your smile.
Each day is a step in the right direction however, each day is a step toward my light, my future.
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Harrison stewart
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Maybe I never loved you, maybe I did, maybe I was caught up on how I lived. Maybe my dreams turned into fears, maybe you were the one to make it better, maybe I wanted this forever. Maybe I cared, maybe you didn’t, maybe I made promises before committing. Maybe it was you since 2008, maybe it was me, because I wanted to be great. Maybe I hurt you, because maybe you lied, maybe you destroyed me on the inside. Maybe I was bruised, maybe it was abuse, maybe my promiscuous ways made us fuel. Maybe it was mayhem, maybe it was childhood, maybe everything will never be all good. Maybe I needed to elevate, maybe it was God. Maybe it was all the time you spent with her, maybe it was marriage, maybe it was babies and carriages, maybe it was us sitting in the tree, maybe it was the chirping of my tweetle Lee Lee. Maybe it was love songs, maybe it was magic, maybe I should’ve waited for this tragedy. Maybe I’m embarrassed, maybe you’re ashamed, maybe love is just a runner’s game. Maybe I give, maybe you don’t, maybe I’ll care, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll come back, maybe I’ll pray, maybe there’s love in another way. Maybe your name means more than you think, maybe the time we spent doesnt change the way we seek. Maybe the heart’s were meant to break, maybe none of us are who we say. Maybe it’s over, maybe it’s just begun, maybe it’s because we were young. Maybe in time, maybe forever, all I know is that maybe isn’t never.
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Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
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Oh this was so so so so good. I love that you still had hope at the end!
Good Eclipse acrostic… ‘Each day is a step in the right direction however, each day is a step toward my light, my future.’ Lovely optimistic conclusion ✅