It is not real, yet feels just the same.

And it came down barreling towards a conclusion, powerless and nothing to be done but wonder what is coming; fatídico thoughts, dread eating at my soul, old pain manifests, truth is life’s cicle of repeating, the dreaded wound your reptile brain in overdrive protecting you. A familiar feeling of destiny manifest, but it is not real -not this time- yet feels just the same…

Alone we travel through and try to be not, resisting and pretending -disassociated- Nothing to be done and nothing to look at, we all experience alone, its everywhere, in you, in me, one day you are here the next not. Go on and notice those who valiantly venture by themselves, are they enlightened or sentenced to an empty existence devoid of intimacy, is this judgement a certainty in progress or a projection of fear.

Cherished entanglements fall apart, decay, and with them disillusion rushes to fill the forsaken void. Glimpses of self shine through and in a moment of clear assessment manifests relief, the lost is now found.

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Ackert Hook Rd
2/09/2021