Crevasse in time
There is a crevasse in time that dwells in undefined spaces between time's moments.
One knows he is in this place when the veil of sorrow, waves in the timeless wind of grief, and
when the only sounds one can hear,
comes from the breathing of his
own breath, forever echoing off the
deep cavern's loneliest of walls.
For one must be mindful to scale the steep canyon of despair with the talons of faith, and pull themselves up into the moment, where life moves on,
'less it becomes a prison for thy soul.
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So much passion in your words, and authenticity.
Blessings,
Christine