Forgiveness

I exist in a state of oxymoronic aesthesia - finding beauty in the juxtaposition of conflicting thoughts and forms, enraptured by the implicit poetry of literal improbabilities.

Stemming the tide of the humanist convulsion. The hemorrhage of reason and thoughts amidst the torrential emotion; anger. Actions misconstrued, words irreparable, bonds broken, unremedied mistakes floating about like an endless nightmare… Just as time cleansed us of our follies and sins, the revelation of the inexorable truth lays bare.

It takes strength to forgive just as it takes strength to say “I Love You.”

I believe everything should have a closure, an end, especially relationships...

Yes, even broken ones…