How interestingly funny.. how we grieve the loss of a precious thing and then something more precious comes along.

When we anticipate a sweeter flavor and expect to hear a favorite melody accompanied by that which only the heart could have known had been missing.

Clutching tight to our chests
our beloved and worn volumes to be reworked in brilliant plates of color.

How mournfully unfunny.. when we realize the melancholic actualities.

When the only taste left upon our tongue resembles water and the rythym we found ourselves swaying to were only the steady beats of our own disappointed hearts.

Trembling and hesitant fingers tracing
the palest shades of  white unfolding with every turn of each page.

by Ramsy

photo by geniuskp

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