I just started working and it feels good. It was about time. But as much as I needed this it's not enough. Recently things have changed for me in other areas and these changes have unearthed old wounds and scars. Scars I thought had healed. And in all this mess I feel washed and thin, detached from those secret places I use to visit. I can no longer speak like I used to I can no longer walk, breath, dream like I used to. Her face represents so many things but I realize I don't have any control over it. Anyways, I'll be back. I want to try and post something different now.
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