it is safe to say that, as an american whole, we have all felt the bittersweet sting of love and loss.
in the life that we have to live there are certain people that will change us, without a doubt, for either the better or the worse. it is also safe to say that this "love and loss" can do both to us. the love can bring out the best in us, turn our frowns upside down and generally build us up until we reach the clouds and high-five the shit out of the sun. the loss, however, will always bring us to tears, defile the ideals of happiness and send us crashing to the earth once more, with the flames licking at our backs where our wings once were.
so these simple truths will be the basis for a mini-series i'm currently working on for all of you, your loved ones and even your ex's. it has been decided that there will be three portions, posted in sporadic fashion and the series will be titled "Tears For Corrin". i should make some semi-prophetic statement about the perils, virtues, triumphs and complete disasters that love and loss can bring into our lives at any given moment.
sadly, there aren't enough words, phrases or wordy sentences to do so here and now.
i will, however, state this small blurb of slop:
"love is a fickle creature that has the overwhelming capacity to maul us, without a moments notice, only to heave our beaten, bloodied and near dead carcass from the dirt and into the arms of angels that will smear the salve of 'redemption' into our wounds."
thank you again, my word junkies, for turning blind eyes and deaf ears to yours truly.
Shaking It Like Fat On a Treadmill,
Dax.
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