Wanting mind

The wanting mind, always present, always asking for things, so many things. Intricately entwined in our DNA, our genes, part of survival, instinctual, incessant. Comprehending it is relatively simple, but hearing it, the ceaseless nagging of it, wears away at any state of contentment. That is it’s job, to keep asking and asking for things…

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Solitude

Some grief requires solitude. An interval to withdraw from social norms and attempt to heal in silence the breech carved through you. Words, speech, even listening is hard. The effort required to perform simple tasks, to risk reaching out, even to your most trusted loved ones is unbearable. Because they know. They know your heart…

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