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Hug me harder !
I don't want my broken pieces to stick together anymore ;
I want everything in there to disintegrate completely and shatter down to dust.
Since every new level in life demands a new me
I can't keep going with this burdens clashing my guts whenever I wanted to change for the uttermost .

I'm requiring your cordiality to build me up; as my soul's ash becomes a side component in the empire I'll be calling my new self .
A better healed happier version of me .

+ Why?

- the soul's ash is my wisdom ; the insight I have to prevent me from slipping up, holding me back from fumbling into the same old tarp .. that trap was clever enough to hold me hostage for the longest I can remember .

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