how bittersweet.
hellos warm your hearts. embraces drop the weariness from your shoulders. shake it like a dog shaking its coat. its a joy- the first sips of tea during the coldest mornings.
but goodbyes?
goodbyes are the chill after the last embers blow out, the bitterness left in the sediment of an over brewed tea. it’s cold. the howling of the wind blowing drafts of hollow smiles into your soul.
oh i weep for good hellos.
for the best ones end up hurting the most
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