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hello, God, are you there?
Guess it's whatever.
At least, it is until tomorrow
When my mind does a 180° turn
And burns me from the inside out.
My pieces have been scattering,
Lost in the wind.
All that remains is dust,
Helplessly waiting
For new creation
And new breath of life
Deep within my weary bones.
At least, it is until tomorrow
When my mind does a 180° turn
And burns me from the inside out.
My pieces have been scattering,
Lost in the wind.
All that remains is dust,
Helplessly waiting
For new creation
And new breath of life
Deep within my weary bones.
Published 16th Jan 2022
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16th Jan 2022 6:31am
16th Jan 2022 11:58am
and yet, this itself, is the first step...the mirror, seeing beauty and discomfort as they are....oscillating, always changing...temporal. glad you are writing down the experience. best of luck.
16th Jan 2022 12:07pm
