How small my life has become. Cannot seem to think out of the box. I am doing my best. With each morning comes the thoughts of regret and fear of the unknown. Yet within minutes I can let them go and release them from my mind. This tells me I may not have lost my power of existence. That purpose is buried where laughter is hidden. Trust in the religiousness of laughter and How often we forget to let it pour out, for fear we may offend someone. I miss it. KERR-JUNK; Hopefully I made a space for it again.
Phi
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