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A Grieving Traveler

I sat in a train again Without you... I sat with pain again Without you.. I wish you were there I wish to get back your stare I wish to share some words How I wished to look out of the window the same way as yesterday.. This journey that I start again Without you... This journey that I pause more often Without you... As there is no one to put a hand on My shoulder of disdain.. As there is no one to just make a  Harmless gesture of being insane.. How I wished to sip that cup of tea with a relentless life beyond the sea waiting to be free.. *Dedicated to my mom as she shares her feeling of loneliness after my dad passed away last year. They both used to love traveling together... * picture courtesy the author while she captures this on her train ride to  Carlisle, PA.
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The books I read have taught me 
almost everything that I wanted to know
almost everything that dwells in imaginations
almost everything that rules misdirections
almost everything that infuriates misnomer
almost everything that can be manipulated
almost everything that can be stipulated
almost every world that's not mine
almost every tragedy where I cried
almost every emotion that one goes through
almost every madness that one controls
almost every relationship that becomes lifelong
almost every little thread that make ties go strong
almost every little piece of bread that fills up emptiness
almost every act of truth that couldn't fight death
almost every pact of stealth that couldn't defeat lies
However, there's more to know
the more I read
and every word that I do 
turns me into a different breed
that needs to be at reach for everyone
that feeds to the compelling mass
to narrate a potent story that was told before 
even you and I existed
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