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Plea Deal; Final Edit
I am drowning in this damned swamp you call heartache. I panic, searching these murky waters desperate for that love, that love to replace all the decay deep inside. I am unhappy. I hardly make sense. And I can never breathe. Eckhart Tolle stated that one conscious breathe in & out is a meditation. There are enough meditations caught in my chest to confuse the wisest of men, I am trapped mid sentence. I falter. I stutter. My mind is exhausted. My body yearns for rest. Plagued by such complex depths of emptiness that even I forget why I so vehemently denied myself of stable dry land & instead plunged head first into this swamps ugly wet. Please, I beg of you, just a few more days of rest.
Published 22nd Jan 2015
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22nd Jan 2015 11:28pm
I love the connection you are using between the swamp and heartache. "...this swamp"s ugly wet". Such an amazing line. Dark, unable to breath, restless, empty and searching for love, such sorrow trapped in the skin of beauty.
9th Dec 2015 00:31am
