It’s 8:17 pm.
My soul is telling me to write! To create! To do!
But, I am unable to access the higher plane of creativity with an unfit physical body.
I’m tired.
Depleted.
A shell. For now.
It’s 8:19 pm.
I think it’s best for me to eat and just sleep.
Being unconscious allows the body to heal and the mind to reprogram.
And all emotions to be forgotten.
It’s 8:21 pm.
Oh, how easy would it be to just be someone else!
Or to slip into a different form and wing it from there. Release all pride. Release all prejudice. Just be the purest manifestation of universal energy. A nebula. Or become an eyelet on Orion’s belt?
It’s 8:23 pm.
I’m so frustrated.
With everyone who has caused any and every hurt or fear or pain.
Consequently, I'm frustrated at myself.
It’s 8:25 pm.
I realise that this was an inevitable dip in the Wheel of Fortune. This anguishing numbness is all part of the sacred human experience. I feel like a shell. But I am simply in one. I have never and will never become one
My energy is limitless, my responsibility is limitless, I am limitless.
It’s 8:27 pm.
It's time for sacred slumber.
And I cannot believe I managed to document this spiral.
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