ONE

sometimes i wake up wondering

what is the point?

the sun hits my face every morning

but i feel nothing.

sometimes i make it to the roof

hoping that maybe if i bathe in this warmth

it’ll revive what’s dead in my body.

but i never get warm.

the cold has made a home out of me

and im trying to understand what it means.

im trying to understand how to share warmth

when i’ve learned to fall in love

with the coolness of detachment.

meditation chronicles | ONE

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