Today I am... I am blank…somewhat hidden I am bare… A featureless void I am aloof detachment… pondering nothingness. I am anxiety… yearning for the return of my usual fervor. Feeling something inside unaccounted for… I am not detached or uncurious, nor lethargic. I feel a pale need, a flaw, a slight ache…confusion. How am… Continue reading I am a Moment Passing
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