I don’t really know where to start. There is just so much inside. Someone sarcastically says, “As Always,” while someone else is criticizing and saying what a stupid statement to make. It’s like they make these comments, but unless I really “know them,” I can’t make out whose voice it is or whose energy it seems to feel like so that I can actually know who is saying it. And when I ask… I just get this void, this nothingness… a blankness.
Such is my life so often when I inquire within. Sometimes I wonder what the point is. It seems so futile. So impossible to ever decode and for it to ever unravel to my satisfaction.
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