Memories are like promises that are seldom kept.
Hence, why Jesus wept.
Every day, We are torn away from the one we love.
There’s no God above.
Only if you would spend your gift to uphold the truth of just me and you.
And we represent all the time we’ve spent getting to this day.
There’s no other way.
Aren’t we whom we claim to be the descendents of, whom we place above?
We must place within and slowly begin to love.
No one ever does.
Suddenly, who I thought was me was not me at all and I feel so small.
Sitting way beneath who I want to be.
I don’t want to be who I’ve grown to be.
Only if I might somehow riff on the way before, let it be some more.
Lift me from this floor.
If I can’t walk I’ll crawl to love.
No one ever does.
Saul Williams - No One Ever Does
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