we’re just two different colored globs in a lava lamp, mixing freely, dancing around each other, unhindered.
“Is it hard?”
…
“Holidays without your mom?”
I was so startled by the question that I quickly blinked away. Inside, I begged him not to ask more. Even three years after her death, my mom’s face swam continuously in my thoughts: dancing gray eyes, thick black hair, deep brown skin, her lopsided smile waking me up every morning until that first one she missed. Every time I looked in the mirror I saw her reflected back at me.
So yeah, hard didn’t cover it. Hard was like describing a mountain as a lump, like describing the ocean as a puddle.
And neither of those things could contain my feelings about Christmas without her.”
The Alchemist
"Biz kozmik bir yolculuktaki gezginleriz, yıldız tozuyuz, girdaplarda dönüyoruz ve dans ediyoruz ve sonsuz anaforlarız. Hayat ebedidir. Biz birbirimiz ile karşılaşmak tanışmak, sevmek ve paylaşmak için bir anlığına durduk. Bu değerli bir an. Bu sonsuzluk içinde küçük bir parantez."
"We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity."
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i saw her dancing
with another man
and i swear
i nearly died inside
i vowed to earn her love
and make her mine
and dance with her
throughout eternity
