Cells inside human bodies die every second, spirits often die, old habits die hard, and I’m dying of emptiness.

Whether we live carefully and lovingly, or succumb to tears fearfully, or carry on courageously, it doesn’t seem to matter; we all die one day.

I want to live.

photo by Rosan Harmens

For Three Line Tales, Week Twenty-Two


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