Age withers me like dry leaves. My life bleeds out in rivulets. I sit here in a churning cesspool of all the things I left undone. I feel myself caught in the undertow, draining, drowning, disappearing into the stream of fading away.
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Life, refracted, reduced…renewed. Light and life and the earths kindness, a season and then the slow decline to rebirth.
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It is hard to describe the feelings that ebb and flow over our lives. Within an instant, they can be gone, or still be a throbbing pain for years and years. I guess it depends on how much thought we put into i.
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Lovely, thanks.
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Those are beautiful words and thoughts. I am usually just swimming in mud.
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