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Spiritually Bankrupt
Rooms can shrink in an instant, and, in those moments, you wonder whether it was you who grew bigger or if the space simply became smaller; but inevitably, it’s always me who is the cause…the one changing…the pause in the sentence. And so I wonder if people can change, if I can change, or if I’ve changed — or greater still, if change is merely an evolving sameness; effectually, different views of the same mountain. And thus it would then make sense that the travel time between the charming haunts and (the) blustery bluffs of my soul are only a few coffee dates and chocolate croissants away. Life has such a great sense of humor: The price you pay to know yourself comes from your own account, not others’.
And yet I can’t stop looking at you…to find me.
