There is a point of origin to
all things.
Even silence is preceded by the
voice of something more.
And one day...all that ever begins
will step to the edge of its
final understanding.
Endings wait for everything.
Yes...even silence breaks its
promise to the echoes of
its birth.
Yet one thing stands absolved to
the tides of loss and new
beginnings.
Don't ask me what it is.
Only watch with me...as worlds rise
and fall away before the comfort
of our eyes.
There is no need to ask.
We know.
Love,
Eric
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