Temporal Prisons

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“I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state but a process. It needs not a map but a history, and if I don't stop writing that history at some quite arbitrary point, there's no reason why I should ever stop. There is something new to be chronicled every day. Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.”

― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

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I imagine death so much it feels like a memory.

Is this where it gets me, on my feet several feet ahead of me?

I see it coming do I run fire my gun or let it be?

There is no beat, no melody

Burr, my first friend, my enemy maybe the last face I ever see.

If I throw away my shot, is this how you’ll remember me?

What if this bullet is my legacy?

Legacy, what is a legacy?

It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.

I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me.

America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me.

You let me make a difference, a place where even orphan immigrants can leave their fingerprints and rise up.

I’m running out of time, I’m running and my time’s up, wise up, eyes up.

I catch a glimpse of the other side…

Laurens leads a soldiers’ chorus on the other side.

My son is on the other side.

He’s with my mother on the other side.

Washington is watching from the other side.

Teach me how to say goodbye.

Rise up, rise up, rise up, Eliza.

My love, take your time.

I’ll see you on the other side.

Raise a glass to freedom…

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It’s Quiet Uptown

There are moments when you’re in so deep, it feels easier to just swim down…

It’s quiet uptown

If you see him in the street, walking by himself, talking to himself have pity

You knock me out, I fall apart

But hear me out, that would be enough

And you would smile, and that would be enough

Just let me stay here by your side, that would be enough

There’s a grace to powerful to name

She takes his hand, it’s quiet uptown

Forgiveness

Can you imagine?

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Everything Everywhere All At Once

You think I’m weak don’t you? All of those years ago when we first fell in love…your father would say I was too sweet for my own good. Maybe he was right.

Please, please can we just stop fighting?

You tell me that it’s a cruel world…and we’re all just running around in circles. I know that. I’ve been on this earth just as many days as you.

I know you’re all fighting because you’re scared and confused. I’m confused too. All day, I don’t know what the heck is going on, but somehow this feels like its all my fault.

When I choose to see the good side of things, I’m not being naïve. It is strategic and necessary. It’s how I’ve learned to survive through everything.

I don’t know. The only thing I do know is that we have to be kind. Please, be kind…especially when we don’t know what’s going on.

I know you see yourself as a fighter. Well, I see myself as one too. This is how I fight.

So, even though you have broken my heart yet again, I wanted to say…in another life I would have really liked…just doing laundry and taxes with you.

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Everything Everywhere All At Once 

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“To me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal. You see, I could conceive death, but I could not conceive betrayal.”

- Malcolm X

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Good morning to everyone...except Chris Watts. You sir may fuck off and die in a hole.

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Hatred + Unforgiveness = Bitterness

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"There is no torment like the inner torment of bitterness, which is the by-product of an unforgiving spirit. It refuses to be soothed, it refuses to be healed, it refuses to forget. There is no prison more damaging than the bars of bitterness that will not let the battle end."

- Chuck Swindoll

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I thought this move, this running away to someplace different would help...turns out I just hate myself in a whole new place.

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Sometimes to get your life back, you have to face the death of what you thought your life would look like.

Lysa Terkeurst

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If you hold back on the emotions--if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them--you can never get to being detached, you're too busy being afraid. You're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the grief. You're afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your heard even, you experience them fully and completely.

Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

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Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.

Brian Jacques, Taggerung (Redwall, #14)

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I feel too much. That’s what’s going on.’ ‘Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways?’ 'My insides don’t match up with my outsides.’ 'Do anyone’s insides and outsides match up?’ 'I don’t know. I’m only me.’ 'Maybe that’s what a person’s personality is: the difference between the inside and outside.’ 'But it’s worse for me.’ 'I wonder if everyone thinks it’s worse for him.’ 'Probably. But it really is worse for me.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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One thing you can’t hide - is when you’re crippled inside.

John Lennon

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Quietly endure, silently suffer and patiently wait.

Martin Luther King Jr., Why We Can’t Wait

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In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore