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Returning home

In 100, by Wyatt on February 5, 2019 at 7:00 am

A roiling melange of utterly peaceful, vibrantly social, and terrifyingly, familiarly lonesome. I am practicing being here. I drink my tea and eat my banana sitting amidst silent, empty walls after Lara leaves. And I plot my day. It will take sustained work to rewrite old patterns of worry and solitude. I know what I need to do, and have begun to do it. But it is not easy, or fun. The light at the anus at the end of these mental bowels I crawl through is self-respect and confidence in myself like I have never known. A worthwhile goal.

  1. yassssssssss! this was a ray of sunshine for me this morning. sunshine from an anus, far across the sprawling eastern buttcheek horizon. bon voyage to you andy dufresne.

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