“Only after disaster can we be resurrected”
This summer shattered my soul and it hurt like hell but it was after it all that I could gather the pieces and have slowly begun to rebuild myself. I was forced to face what I was making of my life and it felt false and empty. Until that point I feel I had created the me I wanted to be, but the life I was living was not the one I desired. I felt a lack or compulsion and passion, absent of happiness and driven by instinct, sympathy…blindly wandering the corridors of my “life”.
I’m still working everything out, and in this process I have pretty much abandoned my old life. Well, to be fair, there is still a good portion that remains, but at the very least, I feel as if I have left so much behind me and I’m trying to retrace my steps and pick up what I left behind in my hast to retreat from the deafening storm.
I’m recovering…I’m coming back…please be patient.
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you know i told you last time we spoke that i would answer the phone if you called...
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