dag | purpleweed

No, no, I’m not a writer but sometimes I’m so painfully nostalgic it appears that sometimes I am, where the words coming out of me must be written down, must be inked somewhere. My friend mentioned to me that it may be grief, the loss of my old self, the resurgence of someone new, at a tipping point of transformation with all the pain of changing. And I know now that she was right, that this grief pooling out of me, is now soaking into me with the afternoon winter sun. I’m drenched by this grief.

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No, no, I’m not a writer but sometimes I’m so painfully nostalgic it appears that sometimes I am, where the words coming out of me must be written down, must be inked somewhere. My friend mentioned to me that it may be grief, the loss of my old self, the resurgence of someone new, at a tipping point of transformation with all the pain of changing. And I know now that she was right, that this grief pooling out of me, is now soaking into me with the afternoon winter sun. I’m drenched by this grief.

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