"All my incense smells like anger." That line really speaks to me. Mine smells like the Himalayas, and monks......smiles. There are times when peace is a language lost. Thankfully, it can be regained. So nice to see you posting, Kelli.
I love this:"mantrasmuddleon mytongue"This makes me think of childbirth. All those mantras fly out the window, replaced by curses, when you're in pain.
it seems we've crossed a threshold, and civility, civics, civil, now lays in our past.and yes, the language lost, feels like rage
Sounds like my life, only sprinkle in shattered heart & life plus sadness deeper than a black hole. Misery loves company, but we're all alone in this fuckwad insanity. xo
It's sad when peace gets lost for whatever reason. A peaceful word can be so soothing and mightyWishing you a peaceful start into the New Year!
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