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Poverty Of My Reality (hermit land fill [3 part senyru])
reality of
being a hermit hiding
from the world outside
living amongst my
personal land fill ~ watching
it grow with the flies
hoarding life in black
bags ~ counting them one by one
like birthday candles
Published 10th Jan 2022
| Edited 22nd Jan 2022
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11th Jan 2022 3:59am
Wow 😯 this is so raw and very sad, i hate knowing your feeling this way my friend.
Perhaps try something new? talk to someone in the grocery store randomly?
Or maybe offer a helping hand to someone who is worse off than you?
sometimes doing one thing out of your norm can start a chain reaction of new experiences thus allowing yourself to see things differently.
Hope you can find some light
Hugs
Your friend
Jackie 🤗♥️
Perhaps try something new? talk to someone in the grocery store randomly?
Or maybe offer a helping hand to someone who is worse off than you?
sometimes doing one thing out of your norm can start a chain reaction of new experiences thus allowing yourself to see things differently.
Hope you can find some light
Hugs
Your friend
Jackie 🤗♥️
12th Jan 2022 4:46am
I thrive in the darkness, I understand that not everyone can. I like my quiet, dark, dank mind, no one likes to visit and I don't want visitors. I do keep my area tidy, I set everything that doesn't contribute to my happiness or comfort on fire.
