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I walk down a hallway within four sterile white walls of discipline. I fidget with my sleeve, aware I might achieve the very thing I came to get herein.
It is dark. Outside, inside. It is dark behind these covers, but I slide them back, allowing my eyes to see more darkness. It is cold. Outside, inside. The window fogs at my warmth and I slide it closed, allowing the … Continue reading
I am infinite. I am in a place where there is no pretense, no pressing worries to keep me breathing lightly and sleeping restlessly. I am encircled by a fierce protection that allows me to just be present, idle. I … Continue reading