The last six days have been like buckets of colors pouring over me, falling from a sky of promise. Been feeling a step ahead of the gas-demon. The break leaves me feeling a little edgy. I have had these moments where pain is no longer my mind. I have had the hours where i am not consumed with the bat breaking against my skull. Then to be roped around the neck while running at top speed and brought to the ground with a thud.
There is a new small voice in my head. It's whisper that of a Tibetan flute. A message delivered upon a kind wind... you are getting better. Eighteen months of hurt. I should post a picture of myself. You can see it in my eyes. You can see the suffering. I have a hard time looking at myself. Didn't realize how bad I was.
Today is independence day. Freedom from pain, isn't this really the true meaning of Independence?
Peace to all,
ken
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