The light is pouring in, and it is a blurred line between hope and fear.
A fissure in this casing grows into a crack, and then it all lets loose.
Like waking up in fog, the light burns it away.
This separateness is a killer, severing my connection to God, and all
of the loss that entails.
But now instead of seeking solace in a chemical illusion, I can look
within and just watch it go.
This is what you wanted.
An open heart, a willingness to learn acceptance.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
The light is pouring in, and it is a blurred line between hope and fear.
A fissure in this casing grows into a crack, and then it all lets loose.
Like waking up in fog, the light burns it away.
This separateness is a killer, severing my connection to God, and all
of the loss that entails.
But now instead of seeking solace in a chemical illusion, I can look
within and just watch it go.
This is what you wanted.
An open heart, a willingness to learn acceptance.
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