Saturday, June 3, 2017

Heloise Also Dies

As with a newborn's scent, our hormones get a jolt,when encountering death.

There is a smell to it, a unique property that writes upon the senses, a signature beyond our awareness, read aloud.

In Heloise I am taught this morning, a mourning lesson for a second time in single week.

Abelard seems to experience a similar disturbing confusion, desiring food and physical contact more than before.

Another tragic love seperate unrequited dust blows through the moment of fuzzy being.

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