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epistle log 40rty 7even
truth persists
in the midst of it all i still fall back on what i've always had. when you lose everything, you find yourself left with the intrinsic beauties of life. when all else fails, when everything falls down around you, the truth remains.
truth persists
an afternoon nap between performances. open window, soft afternoon light filtered by the ceiling fan. pullman softly from the stereo. an instant of nausea grips: hints of a panic attack. i calm myself, imagining the replacement of one embrace i i'll never have again with another. then the rain, cooing and hushing, washing it all out, clearing my head, giving voice to wordless lullabies. the first restful sleep in weeks. no resolution yet, but the beginnings of resolve within myself. a new front is building, inside me. tension is beautiful, when you are not at the mercy of its force. yes, tension is beauty.
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