I was born with feelings that swallowed me whole and continued to digest me for life. It was as if I was on the edge of something disastrous and with every step I was headed straight for a cavern of darkness… or light,
of which I really wasn’t sure, but I knew I was about to plummet
Pain was waiting for me
And yet…
I walked with a welcoming bounce in my step, like one would walk briskly, retreating from a fast falling rain to a party where an old friend eagerly waits for you – drink in hand.
At times, I ran like my life depended on it. Because I believed it did.
I ran to where the pain was coming from because that meant an end to the throbbing pulse of
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Here I was waiting –
anticipating the next ache
just so I could
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And I felt everything