Just when you thought the story is at an end, how lovely. A new era begun: I am slowly, beginning to delight again in living, my heart pouring out, and my dreams better.

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Just when you thought the story is at an end, how lovely. A new era begun: I am slowly, beginning to delight again in living, my heart pouring out, and my dreams better.
I thought that was love.
Maybe I am not good enough, that's the thought that haunts.
A curious mind wandered in thought past all distractions til they were carried away.
Grief and exhaustion, I am enduring it. I am carrying a weight and yet I am comforted in the thought: this is simply what living is.
I thought I'd fall in love - at least that's what I thought then. I was a fool in no time.
Writing opens up deepest thought and is a quiet glance into my truth.