I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
RENEE STONEIt takes less for me to be impacted, for my state of being to worsen.
More Renee Stone Quotes
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I wish you could feel it when it’s dark at night, and I think of you when I pass the streetlights. But I know you feel the care without me being there.
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Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.
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The free for all of love – these tiny acts within our capability. In turn, reciprocation is of no concern. We just want people to listen and learn that love is granted to all.
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I bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
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I search for comedy scripts, I watch happy shows, In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.
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I can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.
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I lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.
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And I saw forever in your eyes ’til the sunset started to dim your light. You told me you’d always hold me tight, but your warmth faded with the bright.
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I grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.
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I carry on knowing that when I deteriorate, my body will be a museum of all I can do and all that hindered me.
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My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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When you write me into your story, don’t set my end in stone. Feel free to let me go. I’d like to join your story, but remember I have my own.
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To the songs you haven’t heard from me. To the pains you haven’t felt for me.
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They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.
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We’re so distant, words can’t save us.
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