We often accrue damage
not so much from actual experiences
as the wounded filter slowly grown
That thick obscuring film impairs our clarity of vision
Our capacity to orient ourselves to the present moment in time
Our capacity to orient ourselves to the present moment in time
We mistakenly conclude in that which is inaccurate, untrue
riddled with our fears, shorn of our awareness
riddled with our fears, shorn of our awareness
So many stories we persist in telling ourselves
over and over again
keeping alive that which we dread most
Pressing away from us the actual life
that holds depth, solace
over and over again
keeping alive that which we dread most
Pressing away from us the actual life
that holds depth, solace
to our own detriment
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