Pendulum

[bristolian_kam]

My words will never be good enough. They do not deal with the situation; they do not settle the fractured complexities that harbour themselves; they don’t suffer the test of time; and they struggle to sit right for me. This is a pre-occupation that has refused to go away. I feel a great weight of expectation on my writing. I follow friends’

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[syrendelalune]

I wish I could reply with depth and eloquence equal to that of your entry. It so deserves it. It's been a long time since I've written, which struck a chord with me as tying in with your point about learning to write through the act of writing.

Where witnessing is concerned I'll defend your reason for leaving Geneva to the grave, as I'll take your reasoning for going with me to the grave as the grandest gesture of love, liberty; zest for life, experience and opportunity I've ever witnessed.

Aside from that I feel unsure of what I can offer through this; it feels almost selfish of me to focus entirely on the impact it had on us here, (I'm pretty sure that if this were an email or private conversation I wouldn't feel this way) but it seems unavoidable. I complained about the lack of spontaneity involved in experiencing Geneva for what it was with a vibrance I always hoped might be contagious to you to help you through.

Every ounce of confidence I've gained since then through my own actions and experiences which you once craved for in me, I aim to devote entirely to you as the grandest gesture of love I've ever given. Humble as my efforts are, I can only hope that we may meet where we left off through this period of healing, and complete the circle hand-in-hand.

Forever Love.