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<\/p>\ni’ve been walking roads
\nin a strange light<\/p>\n
they took me where my feet walked
\nthey carried me along the paths
\nof heartbreak, daydreams
\nand wonder<\/p>\n
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the sun was dimmed and i clinged to that book
\nand to that can of beer (Viking :-))
\nand the story took
\nme on a path of self-discovery
\nby means of words alone
\na revealing daft allegory<\/p>\n
dystopian tales of a red maid in chains
\ninvisible chains of the mind
\na parable of rape and the logic behind
\nmade me look back and forgive
\nmyself for being raped
\nby someone I trusted
\nby someone I loved<\/p>\n
i discovered an old lover long lost
\nbetween pages and wisely crafted words
\ni found this old pal again:
\nliterature, writing
\nthe art of words
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i embraced this long lost love as a lonely traveller
\nin strange lands
\nstrange lights
\nsolitude
\nliterature, my old love
\naimed to provide answers
\nand raise questions<\/p>\n
and while i was standing there in awe of nature
\nthe most powerful force there is
\nand while i was breathing in ceaseless wind
\nunder a sky lit by that strange yellow gleam
\nand while i was devouring the stories crafted by Atwood
\nmost inspecting, haunting, yet true
\ni finally allowed myself to feel, in mere solitude
\nthe ache of letting go
\nthe ache of forgiving myself
\nfor something that wasn’t
\nand never has been
\nmy fault<\/p>\n
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in true silence, in the face of a windy beach, a rainy mountain top,
\nin true silence is, where we can finally hear our hearts mourn
\nand the process of mourning is what we need
\nto move on<\/p>\n
i survived, that’s it
\nonce more<\/p>\n
an artist of survival indeed
\nand writing – the art of words – the healer
\nfor the pains of loss
\nloss of time<\/p>\n
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to overcome heartbreak might take ages i’ve been walking roads in a strange light they took me where my feet walked they carried me along the paths of heartbreak, daydreams and wonder the sun was dimmed and i clinged to that book and to that can … Continue reading
\nwhy?
\nbecause life without love ain’t life
\nso be it
\nlove is the only constant in life
\nFIRE AND ICE<\/strong><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/murban_voices.weblog.mur.at\/murban_voices\/uploads\/2017\/09\/20170817_153749-300x169.jpg\")
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