Black holes and dark clouds and space dust are universal metaphors for what(?); that part of you that has no room for anything at all but the perfectly straight line that travels from the retina of your only remaining eye, returning when it will from the end of the universe, ignoring, no, completely oblivious to anyone else in you path(?); no, it’s the other way around, isn’t it?
Isn’t it?
It’ll pass, Old Friend.
It’ll pass.
WHO WHAT WHERE WHEN AND WHY
are the increments of the vocabulary of procrastination;
to ask HOW demonstrates faith
and answered by simply doing the next thing.
WITHOUT
Without darkness there can be no light,
Without weakness, no strength,
Without worry, no faith,
Without fear, no Love,
Without Love, no art.
Without darkness there can be no light,
Without weakness, no strength,
Without worry, no faith,
Without fear, no Love,
Without Love, no art.
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