Until I Keep Going

Staring down at the ground, heart pounding... three thousand feet down, or am I standing at the bottom? I can't tell from here. The black veil surrounds me, and its name is Life. It is alive and changing, but not to my discernment. All I know is it's just the ledge, mirror, and me. Why can't... Continue Reading →

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