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In giving voice to what we feel, the darkest cry uttered with honesty can arrive as the holiest of songs.
– Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening

some days feel like an impenetrable wall of coded messages that i don’t understand.

there is a sense of exclusion that previously didn’t feel as if it existed – it leaves me wondering exactly when i was cut adrift

i’m not good with guessing,
as to what it was that happened
when one side of the conversation has ended and
i’m left talking to myself…

how do i cross the chasm, or at least gain clarity and closure when the other is silent?

disconnection possible even as the deep red arteries of the universe run through us all.