Solace. I understand why James searched and risked his life for it. It is the perfect thing. It is so rare. Pain evolves to show you how dearly you miss it. It means something different to everyone, but the power of it is incomparable. Solace was the muse for classical maestros. Solace was the inspiration to the masters. Solace is motivation. Solace is a deep breath for the heart. It appears, by my findings, that solace is fleeting. Which makes it difficult for my heart to breathe. I worry about suffocation of the heart. Is there such a thing?
"People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone." -A. Hepburn
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