I am angry.
Wanting to let it go.
But then it gets worse.
Wishing to hold onto it.
Why is it always about being the ONE?
The rescue. The story line. The tragedy.
Darkness. You are not alone. So many others like you. Duped. Tricked. Played. Used. Same stories. Same lines. Same plays. No one wants to believe it. Everyone is special.
I’ll show you. You’re wrong.
He is not who you see him as. Look again.
The Tao of unsaying
11 months ago