Tribute n˚41

Thoughts my crippled mind turned into dust, to avoid the void that slipping time left behind. What if, for a moment, I would stop using a buffer? This distraction I use daily to avoid... me?

Overeating, overdrinking, overdating, overworked.

Dear buffer, without you, what would remain?

What would I really feel about those people I call my friends, my family, my self?

If I gave up comfort and gave in to my Truth,

Would I step into long-time burried pain?

Or freedom?

We all hide behind a buffer. It covers this version of ourselves we are too scared to face. The real us, waiting to be discovered, is never pushy. It's patient and kind. It just waits for us to suffer enough to disarm all hostility, to finally break free.