A Traveling Conversation
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How much can I let go before I no longer know myself, before you no longer recognize me? Some things remain too close for me to push them away. Apart, we might just topple off the towering precipice of being. It feels vulnerable to realize many things are too close to touch and that I can’t sense the temperature of what’s holding me so tightly. I may find it easy to let go for others, but the stickiest stuff is always my own. I close my eyes and keep moving, praying the traveling becomes lighter.
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- Jonah · January 13‹ Heart SparkLaws of Man ›