"Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion?
Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life.
I'll show you how to take a real rest.
Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it.
Learn the unforced rhythms of grace.
I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you.
Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly."

this is her: jasmine Ever Tried Ever Failed No Matter Try Again Fail Again Fail Better - Samuel Beckett

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dearest,
if you read this

can you hear me say

i love you?

love you.. you.. you.

oh it echoes in this empty space.

a reflection maybe of the diminishing nature of proximity.

or just a desire to speak.


it is hard enough to think.

the first few jumps are always the hardest,

and then you get used to leaping,

to the flutter of the heart when you hit

freefall and land somewhere

you never expected.

like the end of this piece.


and the pain in my heart.

oh, it was unexpected,


the pain from hearing

i love you

echo in this empty place.