[Sometimes in the living of every day
I often forget about the life of it
the intentionality, “the composing of the life”
that I once set out to do. The daily bustle,
that once emerged from me –
often swallows me up
until all I can do is hold on for dear life
to banal rituals
so that I don’t lose myself.]
For pacificleo.
inktales 
one of your best posts ever. and the saddest 😐
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Not getting; not going; but gone after a while. Funny eh?
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This is sooooo best! 🙂 🙂
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