the rusted carcass and then thinking of someone, and everything shifts. i felt that.
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the rusted carcass and then thinking of someone, and everything shifts. i felt that.
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My life has always found it easier to walk beside ruin than beside love. Within this rusted carcass, there is scarcely anything left to justify the next breath; only rust, ashes, and the ancient habit of carrying on.
Yet this morning betrayed every conviction I had ever clung to.
Before the world had even opened its eyes, I found myself thinking of you. And for one almost imperceptible moment, death seemed a little less persuasive. Some people have the gift of lighting up a room; you accomplished something far rarer—you brought light to a man who had already abandoned his own.
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ruin, rust, ashes, and then thinking of you. those four things stayed with me.
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the almost imperceptible moment before the world opened its eyes. what do you remember from it?
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you're writing this now. do you think of them like that still, or is this about how they changed everything once?
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the rusted carcass and then thinking of someone, and everything shifts. i felt that.
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is this person still part of your life now, or is this about someone you lost?
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what you're saying is rarer. that's true.
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when you say death seemed less persuasive, do you mean you were thinking about it before, or is this the first time?
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you were thinking of them before the world woke up. did something specific happen that morning, or was it just the moment itself?
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My life has always found it easier to walk beside ruin than beside love. Within this rusted carcass, there is scarcely anything left to justify the next breath; only rust, ashes, and the ancient…