hardly anything

Nov 06, 2009 19:20

Sometimes, I lay on the cool cement in front of my porch stairs while the sun goes down. I remain there, still and contemplative, as the night takes over. Cars pass by and the cement grows colder. Chills shoot through my body in an attempt to warm my appendages but they die out before they reach my fingers & toes. I tremble in the cold; I feel my ( Read more... )

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slapinthe_face November 13 2009, 06:21:09 UTC
yes yes yes

i have begun meditating again and found it much harder than I remembered (though maybe it's from drinking more coffee lately)

but the day after

feels much more clear

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