Brief stream-of-consciousness response to the writing of a friend.
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I'm a middle-aged nobody breathing one day at a time in Ontario, Canada.
This tiny corner of the Internet is an outlet for unmasking random thoughts and creations surrounding life in general, adventures in budō, and any other topics that come to a ridiculous mind.
"Through journaling, your voice cannot go unheard."
Brief stream-of-consciousness response to the writing of a friend.
It’s not about being good enough or even “good” at all.
Wood floor to night sky
Plucking signal from my noise
Dear friend newly found
Sometimes I feel a little envious of the people who have grown up developing close bonds with extended family members.
A vast sea with secret currents.
I thought I had it beat. I thought it was gone for good. Why won’t it stay gone?
On feeling more hopeful, more victorious, more triumphant than what it wants to allow you.
It’s so quiet sitting in the parked car at home. I can hear my own blood near my ears.
One day they won’t be here
One day they won’t stay anymore
A stream of consciousness response to a powerful empathetic connection with a dear friend and their fear.
Separate lives
Separate experiences
Briefly
Somehow
Empathy connects
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