Self Fulfilling Prophecies

I cried that morning like a hurricane. Gut wrenching, wake the neighbors, migraine worthy, professional depression sobbing. I literally cried myself out of consciousness. And when I woke later, my face lying in a pool of mucus and saline, eyelids swollen to the point of numbness over my throbbing corneas, one last lazy tear dribbling down my cheek, I felt a coma of resignation take over. A long moment of silence, as if my loneliness were watching me flat line and calling out the time of death, and then slowly, painfully, I opened my eyes to the morning light.


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"There is all this untouched beauty, the light, the dark, both running through me." -Over The Rhine
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