“No matter, how much ever I try to affix the piece of me, you had returned there is always a missing part….a lacuna, an iota of me which springs to life on your memories and dies away in a despair, ironically at the same moment.”
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A missing part…
“No matter, how much ever I try to affix the piece of me, you had returned there is always a missing part….a lacuna, an iota of me which springs to life on your memories and dies away in a despair, ironically at the same moment.”
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stories, poems and more
by Ethan Nelson
the journal of my journey
Blend of Mom, HP fan, music lover, avid reader and traveler!
Book Reviews, Musings, Poetry & more...
Poetry ,Prose ,Story & Thoughts.
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
love each other like you are the lyric and they are the music
IT'S ALL ABOUT HAVING THE COURAGE OF DESIRE…
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Beautiful, but sad flash fiction. Love the word too.
~Patricia Lynne aka Patricia Josephine~
Story Dam
Patricia Lynne, Indie Author
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Wow, didn’t know about the word.Can it be used against a blank space in one’s heart?
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Well,possibly yes,coz that’s how I interpreted it 🙂
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I feel this Lacuna for my mom buddy. Touchy weave.
Cheers
Truly Yours Roma
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Wow, that is a great word, and a very haunting quote.
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