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She said to me enough, it ends here.

Dialogue:

She said to me enough, it ends here.

How much more can I take? The abyss is deep and I’m on the edge.

I’m not used to this. Everything passes, everything is fleeting. It’s easy for me to end things.

Not to commit, flow with the river wherever it takes me.

Make a stop, then off to the next station, to another coveted destination. Maybe there, too, there is someone waiting for me...another adventure.

This is me, this is how I am, conquering and moving on. That’s how the mind clears and the heart doesn’t get hurt.

It’s strange for me to be in the same place with the same person for too long


Stop, breathe, is this good for you? If it’s good, stay. If not, leave.

Don’t be afraid of the good.

What’s good keep close by, all the bad throw away.

Don’t be scared? Yes, don’t be scared of the good.

I know how easy it is to hang onto the branch and how hard it is to let go.

An unfamiliar feeling of being free or happy and all in one place.

Let it all go.

All the fear, the reluctance.

I’m here now so be here now too.

Let the future build from the present and not from the past.


It’s hard, hard for me to change perspective. To allow in a foreign thought, foreign to me.

I’m comfortable now, I won’t be in a minute.


Are you comfortable in my arms?

Yes? So why think of moving, if you’ve found the right position. Hold on tight and don’t let go.

People search for themselves and get addicted to the search, instead of to themselves. They don’t appreciate what they have.

It’s like a drug, to think there are 30 million people and here you’ve found one.

I found you.


By Eli Dom

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