Endings are hard
Beginnings are sometimes harder still
Sifting through the distraction of other peoples' dramas
Dilute the parts of you that are the most important
The memory of your brother's smile
His manic antics
The fold of newspaper around three fingers
Involuntarily caressing the edge of a page for comfort
A rhythm, a mantra as big as the bang that started it all
As soothing as the silent music of the cosmos
The bittersweet beauty of a tear as it rolls down your cheek
Pearls of eternity
And the transformation of longing
Into the joy of the moment you now grasp...
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