Your Last Embrace

 

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"Eyes look your last

Arms take your last embrace. And lips, O you

The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss

A dateless bargain to engrossing death."

 

 

-Act 5 Scene 3, Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

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November

   

    I don't know how to describe feelings. Yes, I can feel them, even express them, but I could never put in such a way that would make them more than just feelings or at least something that I can make other people understand.

    I can't describe love like how it is in books. The way the characters describe an exploding bomb or a fireworks across the dark sky. I have never felt how  the universe turns and shifts just because that someone smiles on you and wakes up every morning in your arms. I envy some people on how they make things so poetic and meaningful. You know, how they make some things abstract but very easily understood. Which is ironic since everything in my life was like that. Like an explosion of random colors and shapes that doesn't make sense. It was beautiful really, but very senseless and I never understood any of it.

    "That's odd," my sister, Adrianna, told me. "you're like, a reborn Pablo Picasso and you don't find any meaning in every art you see or in every art you do."

    

    

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