Category: Hope
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Dripping
Dripping As time is slipping Slowing The Flowing To a soft rhythm Accented By grey and blue… The moments Stretch Into an unending Pattern Where raindrops Splatter And everything matters… The condensation Catches my Attention As rain gutters Overflow… The sensation Of Silence Amidst The drips In a symphony Of solitude Whets my Senses And…
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Earth Dance
Why do I run With each stony step Reminding me Of my pain And resilience? What do I hope To accomplish Pushing through This desert terrain? Falling fast Somehow Each stride Finds its footing Almost like An Earth dance. A communion With our terrestrial core… I don’t know How I keep going Or have the…
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Just Another Wednesday
Hey man, how’s it going? Oh you know, just walking the existential tightrope of meaninglessness contemplating suicidality as a solution—or in other words, just another Wednesday. I run to face, escape, and embrace the intolerable beauty of pain and uncertainty. What keeps me going? I have no fucking clue. But running just seems to make…