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Category: Carol Cassella

Your lover should be your best friend…. Love can be a choice as much as an accident.

falling-in-love, love

Death might be a blessing if it means you never have to face this kind of grief.

blessings, death, death-and-dying, grief

Tears of grief are unique. They contain chemicals that aren’t found in the more mundane droplets of moisture that bathe the eyes, as if our tears wash us free of some noxious cause of sorrow. And tonight, after crying until I am empty, I have a rare glimpse of my own interior landscape – wounds piled like tiny skeletons into the reef of conscious adult life. I am aground amid my conquered traumas, stranded as a consequence of my achievements.

…and be emptied of gravity and surrounding by the rouge wave of an emotion she could not name.

grief, loss, love

The completely profound senselessness of my own existence explodes into it’s own blissful freedom. There is no impending moment, no past moment, only this one, and without past there is no sorrow, and without future there can be no loss.

When do we stop crying over our own injuries? When we get old enough to swallow our tears, or when the people we love stop responding to our cries of pain?

crying, injuries, pain

It is amazing, though, what pains your subconscious will undergo in achieve sustainable peace.

pain, peace, subconscious

Death might be a blessing if it means you never have to face this kind of grief.

blessings, death, death-and-dying, grief

Tears of grief are unique. They contain chemicals that aren’t found in the more mundane droplets of moisture that bathe the eyes, as if our tears wash us free of some noxious cause of sorrow. And tonight, after crying until I am empty, I have a rare glimpse of my own interior landscape – wounds piled like tiny skeletons into the reef of conscious adult life. I am aground amid my conquered traumas, stranded as a consequence of my achievements.

…and be emptied of gravity and surrounding by the rouge wave of an emotion she could not name.

grief, loss, love

The completely profound senselessness of my own existence explodes into it’s own blissful freedom. There is no impending moment, no past moment, only this one, and without past there is no sorrow, and without future there can be no loss.

When do we stop crying over our own injuries? When we get old enough to swallow our tears, or when the people we love stop responding to our cries of pain?

crying, injuries, pain