The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

The right sort of healing

Free floating anxiety, the urge to sob for no reason, like a chill. A simple lack of downtime for too long. Lacking other, focused reasons, my body simply reacts as it always has.

So, I put my head down as though I had a flu, and listen to the wordless anguish.

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