Throw me a line; and give me a sign.
Through I guess the writing's been on the wall for at least awhile now; with me adamantly refusing to see it.
I'm finding it hard to distance myself from this material world and ascend to one of thought and ideas; freely flowing, unfettered by the deary constraints of reality.
I believe (believed?) in a spiritual existence transcending or at least running parallel to our material one. Yet it becomes so hard to believe; after witnessing the ugliness born from a firm entrenchment in the latter to the exclusion (somewhat) of the former.
Gotta spend the next 3 days getting my writing up to speed; while the inner critic can't help but wonder why this issue wasn't addressed earlier on.
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