If there was a part of me that I did not know existed but could not live without, how would I go on when it is taken? There is a part of me that exists in the world separate from myself. We are in two worlds that can not come together. But then there’s this….
Stuff Like That
I am currently in the process of doing something I never thought I’d do. At least not in a real way. I’m purging. I’m actually getting rid of stuff. Removing from my life everything that has no true meaning and can be therefore called stuff. Everything that does not resonate with who I am. Everything…