loneliness is a familiar wound. that doesn't make it hurt any less, but there's something acutely comfortable to be found in the feeling.
i often feel that loneliness is something that was painstakingly designed for me - how it is so neutral to me, almost fitting to my disposition. i suppose the conventional shift begun when the gold started only appearing yellow to me.
so here i sit waving like the leaves did once to me; a toast - to all the seasons i'll never see again.
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shadow work
Poesía"diving into the unconscious material that shapes our thoughts, emotions, and behaviors,"
