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A Pain so Old, People see it as me. |
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The initial insanity has passed, like the gatekeeper. The disc of dillusion is almost nothing now. It appears, habitually, on occasion, but is dismissed without effort. The blaze is upon me. My mind is on fire. An ancient pain that no one knows about, no one has seen. It is, ultimately, personal to who I am. So personal, that others would not be able to separate it, and me. So personal, that others would never see it without seeing me. So personal to me, that only I can target it. Only I can segregate it from myself. Only I can see it and observe it and push it away. The fear, I'm speaking of. The result of the pain. But the pain itself, this old pain. I'm engrossed in it now. I can't interact with anyone or anything. I can't watch television, a movie, read a book and I can scarcely listen to music. Although I must, because silence hurts.
I am taking deep breaths, and I will re-enter it. I will turn off the music, turn off the light, and stare at nothing. And it will come.
I am so very lucky, so very grateful, for this opportunity. |
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