Walking alone is a daunting task.
I grow weary at times from the solitude
I ofenten wonder why I seem to peace in the arms sterile silence.
I echo sentiments through my guided intentions.
I'm tempted to reach out but my stubborn pride makes me shirk back.
I try desperately to bring balance to the duality of existing and being.
I meditate deeply to access my core being.
I come to the brink of dissolution and stare directly into the abyss.
I shutter to think what's at the very bottom. only took my eyes off for a second.
I tried to look on but I blinked.
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HLH ©️5/14/21
