Man, Some days, these sensations haunt me. So many old and new memories. Fuzzy yet familiar things. Lockboxes, hidden away to this day, though I catch their scents in my day dreams. I close my eyes to find, I’m still digging.A million little holes marking motives I’ve dug into.This shadow is massive it contains the … Continue reading Poetry: Shadow Work
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