I approached the edge of emptiness, but fear made me hesitate.
I feared to forget my body, because how then would I know how to walk?
I feared to lose my mind, because what would be left?
I still have some work to do. Everyday I chop wood and carry water, with nothing in mind.
Submitted November 05, 2019 at 04:52AM by ArgesAwoken https://ift.tt/2oQdEMK
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