Writing
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My mind feels worn and stretched, like it’s pulled too tight across the hollow of a drum. Inside the hollow my mind rattles uselessly, creating a useless amount of noise that amounts to nothing. Gets me nowhere. Solves no problems. Just useless, ceaseless, noise. I’m tired. I just want to go to sleep. I want
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It’s dark and quiet in the room. The lights are turned down low. Your family has left. It’s just me left. Just me, and you, and your quiet slow breaths. I pull a stool up beside your bed and wrap my hand around yours. I could leave. Your family has. Apparently at peace with what
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I’ve guarded my heart and my soul in many places and spaces, held tight onto the corners and wrapped all the edges around me. Stayed low to the ground to avoid my fear of heights. Who could possibly protect me better…than me? If you keep your feet on the ground there’s not chance of falling,
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There’s a moment when it all settles in. When the dust clears and the demons quiet again. Your soul reaches a place of peace. I thread my fingers through the threads of my life and there are some snags here and there but in the grand scheme of things they are minute and matter very
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Facing the monster inside yourself is a sobering and humbling moment in time. In reality you may think you’ve caged and quieted them a hundred times over. Locked them away and thrown away the key in some dark ocean depths never to be found again. Then the moment comes and you realize the door you
I Would Rather Be In Bed 