Salt

Tears are the ecstasy of the soul.
They are the emptying of a hole.

Tears are the lance of a spirit’s boil.
They’re the hot bath for empathy’s toil.

You can’t heal til you’ve shed some ocean.
The only physical emotion.

Those moist sacrifices of the heart.
Your evolution is what they chart.

There’s a reason tears come from your eyes…
So they’ll wash away rose tinted lies.

For

J

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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