Where I Stop is Where I Start
I come to this place over and over the wall of feelings, the wall of thoughts, the wall of trauma and neglect. I even bring my chair here sometimes. I […]
Category Archives: Esoteric Prose
Today I Saw my Face
Behind the mask of hair, obscurity of vision and perception vanishes, albeit slowly. The stark truth of Life-as-it is always hovering beneath the mask calling me to clear my mind, […]
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