Dear Soul,
I feel it. The heaviness. The memories that have been kept at bay for the last several days that have crept up today and seem to sit in front of you like phantoms, and sometimes all you see are the changes you didn't want, and the sting of not getting what you did want sometimes feels...Yeah. I know.
But, Soul, you are not the only one living a life you never expected, and you have weathered well, and some things sting, but they no longer suffocate.
And how do you stop seeing the ghosts, you wonder? By seeing those still in the raging, still looking for a foothold in an life ocean gone crazy.
How do you stop the whisperings of the dreams you watched drift away during the storm? You stop them with prayers for those who are still fighting for light in the nightmare.
Crazy truth, but when you have compassion for where someone else is, you are less aware of where you are not.
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