#psingles

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yet

Destruction is the highest form of creation. To take something whole And to hand back the atoms it was built with Is an extraordinary power no man is capable of fully.

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prompt #3

“I’ve come to the harsh conclusion I was never meant to fight on my own. After all the wars I’ve fought and the guns I’ve fired, I can’t seem to sleep without having her next to me.”

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to feel

to feel deeply is to listen purely,  and to speak gently, and to touch carefully, and to love wholly.

to feel is to live just when you start to die;  to feel is to fall as you finish your flight;  to feel at all is a blessing no one asked for but everyone needs. 

to feel is to be so real. 

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to the cosmonaut

What did space really look like?  Did it look empty and black or did the stars fill it up? Did the sun illuminate your bright eyes And was the moon finally in the palm of your hands? Did you feel free at last, Away from us and out in the nothingness? Or did you realize that the ground, Above or below, Was what you really called home?