Between the lines
There lies
A connection
A connection, that connects the electricity of our thoughts
Flying sparks
Like birds in the sky
The connection as they sway
Back and forth and side to side
They are connected with every glide
Connected like a story book
That travels through the many lines
One after the other, with the ups and the downs
Everything comes together
That's the way the book was bound
So I keep reading
Flip the pages, there is so much meaning
Connection
I feel...
I am..
Connected
Met half way, emotions are maintained
Like a strict diet
The connection cannot be escaped
So I will stay
And read between the lines
The lines we continue to create
:)
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Holly Santonato
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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