Terminal


The retardation of something very eternal. The sudden fallout of something that causes a blackout. Emotions filled with reverberations of sadness and sorrow. Making it nearly mystified with regression of the past. Filling the gravels of empathy with an outlast. I can’t take it anymore. The moment ceases.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

-Washington Irving

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