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I’ve been listening to a lot of Cool Hand Luke lately and have only since realized how much at a loss I am in my own spirituality. It has always come easily and it has always been there. Until recently, I never knew how far away I was. It has been hard to remember about things unseen. This isn’t going where I wanted it to. I want to be where I was...I wish I was there. I want to feel like I did when I wrote about the iced over leaves and the rushing sea. I want to feel like I did at that concert with my Dad, I want to feel it running through my feet. I want to feel like that spec of sand. I want it to overflow and escape from me. I want to feel it every day.
This was supposed to be a lot longer, but I guess it’s a lot simpler than I was making it. I want it, at whatever cost.
This was supposed to be a lot longer, but I guess it’s a lot simpler than I was making it. I want it, at whatever cost.