is killing, but there is no other option but to persevere. To hold onto this ledgeless ledge. Biting teeth into words that may help, temporarily. Understanding it does not provide the solution to the question that is necessary at one moment, yet silly the next. Ever wondered why the mind is as logical as illogical? Seeing through an illusion one time, getting stuck in it the next? As Lao Tzu mentioned, confusion starts as one begins to think. Who is confused right now? Loneliness is killing. Thank this. It is tough, but a filling for the void between me and the abundance I used to use as filling for this void. For this void comforts me in a way no one ever has done. This spacious freedom in which I am left alone. To be myself. Loneliness is filling me I used to be killing me with all sort of things To avoid the grilling with unnecessary stuff Futile indeed Yet as my cuff comes off I feel less tough than I used to be For I am enough Enough as I am |