This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. we are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.
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Reading faded post cards from past lovers, knowing that once I was full of life. It falls away, just like everything else ....
I have reveled in my reclusive activity.
I drink medicine tea.
I have more time to paint.
I read now everyday.
In Huis Clos, Jean-Paul Sartre wrote, "So that is what hell is. I would never have believed it. You remember: the fire and brimstone, the torture. Ah! the farce. There is no need for torture: hell is other people."
I do miss some, but certainly not many.
Just a few tiny cuts never hurt...anyone else.
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