with steam and spice i heal my head, flush the cold, the sick inside; still i move slightly slow, sound is muffled, light is dimmed. 12.10.17
day 342
my bed is the open arms of a long lost love, ready to caress me as if no time has passed… 12.8.17
day 341
when i am near return to the home i yearn for, i flood like the river who teased with overflow for too long… bringing the sickness i fear will take hold. 12.7.17
day 340
at times i wonder if the definition of bliss is ignorance, freedom from worry, for now that i know what may befall me, in part i wish for the ignorance to return, but i will wait for the time of freedom to arrive. 12.6.17 [Image Source]
day 339
when the goblins of our past take shape within us we must embrace our fate without enabling their negativity for while we recognize their presence, we do not welcome them, instead we build our strength to bid them leave. 12.5.17
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