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Hourglass in Grace Quotes
Hourglass in Grace
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Hourglass in Grace Quotes
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“Waves wash over her
like the edge of the sea
and the only thing she has left
are the shadows of his memory”
― Hourglass in Grace
like the edge of the sea
and the only thing she has left
are the shadows of his memory”
― Hourglass in Grace
“There are moments, if you look for them,
where a decision is made that alters
the contents of your life and how it ends”
― Hourglass in Grace
where a decision is made that alters
the contents of your life and how it ends”
― Hourglass in Grace
“powerless and bold
in the darkness and cold,
she was the last thing
that she could control”
― Hourglass in Grace
in the darkness and cold,
she was the last thing
that she could control”
― Hourglass in Grace
“She wrote his name on a piece of paper
and lit it with a match.
The letters curled
as they turned dark and misshapen
until she didn’t recognize them.
They were figments of something
that she had done in her past, lost
into some other form of existence.”
― Hourglass in Grace
and lit it with a match.
The letters curled
as they turned dark and misshapen
until she didn’t recognize them.
They were figments of something
that she had done in her past, lost
into some other form of existence.”
― Hourglass in Grace
“She wrote his name on a piece of paper
and lit it with a match.
The letters curled
as they turned dark and misshapen
until she didn’t recognize them.
They were figments of something
that she had done in her past, lost
into some other form of existence.
Where did the letters go now?
She tried to find traces within the ash
of some resemblance of what used to be.
She dug down, her fingers turning
black and gray like the depths of her.
He was gone.
Gone.
What was she left with but ashes and darkness once the light of the flame went out? The smell of smoke lingered like a memory of him. Was this the end or could she write a new word? Not a new name, not his name, but could she call a new word into existence? A new piece of HER; a new reason for her existence? Picking up the permanent marker, Amy placed it in her pocket for later. Ashes blow in the creek bed and blend with the stream, moving down like sand in an hourglass.”
― Hourglass in Grace
and lit it with a match.
The letters curled
as they turned dark and misshapen
until she didn’t recognize them.
They were figments of something
that she had done in her past, lost
into some other form of existence.
Where did the letters go now?
She tried to find traces within the ash
of some resemblance of what used to be.
She dug down, her fingers turning
black and gray like the depths of her.
He was gone.
Gone.
What was she left with but ashes and darkness once the light of the flame went out? The smell of smoke lingered like a memory of him. Was this the end or could she write a new word? Not a new name, not his name, but could she call a new word into existence? A new piece of HER; a new reason for her existence? Picking up the permanent marker, Amy placed it in her pocket for later. Ashes blow in the creek bed and blend with the stream, moving down like sand in an hourglass.”
― Hourglass in Grace
“What was the last thing he’d said to her?
It’s on the tip of her tongue,
She can’t remember what she’d heard,
Vowels ripped and consonants undone,
Stuck in the space between words,
Muted language that refuses to come”
― Hourglass in Grace
It’s on the tip of her tongue,
She can’t remember what she’d heard,
Vowels ripped and consonants undone,
Stuck in the space between words,
Muted language that refuses to come”
― Hourglass in Grace
“Fading into the space between the times
Since their last phrase to each other,
Their love vocalized,
But now the pain’s localized ,
It’s been fastened to the focal eye
Of the absence in his voice,
Closed captions of the passionate goodbye
What was the last thing he’d said to her?
It’s on the tip of her tongue,
She can’t remember what she’d heard,
Vowels ripped and consonants undone,
Stuck in the space between words,
Muted language that refuses to come
The silence stands between them,
Engulfed in a vast distance in time.
She would trade in an instant,
His syllables for the silence
In the depths of her mind.”
― Hourglass in Grace
Since their last phrase to each other,
Their love vocalized,
But now the pain’s localized ,
It’s been fastened to the focal eye
Of the absence in his voice,
Closed captions of the passionate goodbye
What was the last thing he’d said to her?
It’s on the tip of her tongue,
She can’t remember what she’d heard,
Vowels ripped and consonants undone,
Stuck in the space between words,
Muted language that refuses to come
The silence stands between them,
Engulfed in a vast distance in time.
She would trade in an instant,
His syllables for the silence
In the depths of her mind.”
― Hourglass in Grace
“The night stands still and frozen
In a cold December frost,
Stars close in on her life;
Even in the infinite space, she’s lost”
― Hourglass in Grace
In a cold December frost,
Stars close in on her life;
Even in the infinite space, she’s lost”
― Hourglass in Grace
“What was she left with but ashes and darkness once the light of the flame went out? The smell of smoke lingered like a memory of him.”
― Hourglass in Grace
― Hourglass in Grace
“with a handful of pills
in the depths of the night,
she dreamed she held the moon still
on a string like a kite”
― Hourglass in Grace
in the depths of the night,
she dreamed she held the moon still
on a string like a kite”
― Hourglass in Grace
“He was her rock,
now he’s dates on a stone
next to trees
on a plot in a spot
far from home”
― Hourglass in Grace
now he’s dates on a stone
next to trees
on a plot in a spot
far from home”
― Hourglass in Grace
