Saturday, August 23, 2014

Momentarily

Spending what's perhaps final moments with family is bittersweet. Everyone around you has been carefully denied the esoteric fracture that has been brewing all these years. You keep a straight face and try not to let your prep give anything away. If they suspect, they keep it to themselves, wary of salting old wounds or creating new ones. Can you blame them?

This familiarity is fleeting and will end soon. All contempt is withheld. In doing so, you realize there is love there. However, the time is coming and its constant. Without prejudice and irreversible.

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