The Stream Flows…

A s I sit here, I’m shown that my only reminder of you is the daily anxiety I live with.

Fond memories are a catalyst to biological turmoil these days.  I feel shackled in a dark room, surrounded by all the reasons I don’t want to let go.

How does one stand when they have trouble breathing?

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