If I met you at the end of all things and everything,
We would embrace, and the wind would whip my hair into my face,
Soft and warm like the moment before all time.
Silent, deafeningly silent, like music melancholy and lonely,
But full, full to bursting.
Then the fall.
And falling . . . who cares?
Why should we care?
Why should I care, when there is nothing and no one there?
Heaven, maybe hell.
All is lost, only to be found.
And only one moment is real in eternity.
–by Julie O. / Ember Elektra, (photo by Lauren Stupar)
November 23, 2014
beautiful and poignant
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