Saturday, March 27, 2021

3189 : The weak charade

I have a lot of black boxes. As a Buddhist would say, these are areas/memories that I actively try and forget. And today someone reminded me of something from one of the boxes. And I was totally broken for most of the day.

It's almost like someone ripped a bandaid off a fresh wound. Just that the wound is not evens supposed to be fresh.

It's a path of eggshells. And there goes my charade of being a Buddhist.

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