How is it possible to feel so fulfilled yet so desperately scattered?
How can someone feel so supported, yet so alone?
How can one feel so happy one minute and so incredibly sad the next?
Desperation with circumstances.
Cluttered with thoughts.
Overwhelmed with responsibilities and obligations.
Run.
It seems so appealing sometimes. And terrifying to even type the words.
I couldn't. Wouldn't. Won't.
But man, somedays I would like to consider the how to that one.
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