There is a strange but amazing clarity that accompanies loss. Loss of any kind, I suppose, but mainly that of another person. In a moment, you realize all of the things you should have said (or shouldn't have said in many cases,) could have done or would do differently if you had the chance. This is much like the "near-death" experience where one supposedly sees their life flash before their eyes. In similar fashion, this clarity happens upon an individual when an event comparable to the loss in death occurs. Everything experienced after this moment is a vivid reminder of that person. The food once shared, a street corner once visited, the mere absence of that person fills every room while the void remains in the mind. Anything that can be done to fill that void shall be attempted but often never succeeds in properly occupying the need for the previous tenant. A space forever vacant and waiting for the return of the resident.
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I thought this was incredibly beautiful and intelligent. I wonder if the growth and change in your writing is a reflection of the person you are becoming. If that's the case, I'd be delighted to get to know you all over again.
We meet again, anonymouse. Thanks for the comment. If you have the right inspiration, the writing just comes out.
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