just sitting there, emitting light


Most of the time I don’t know what to tell you. I can barely talk my own chest into r e m e m b e r i n g t o b r e a t h e throughout each day. I actively fear meditation, in which I face all my worst anxieties, still hidden, as well as unresolved sorrow from calamities past, and just sitting, more alone even than I am right now, isolated…

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