20th February 2023
Sometimes my will power is like a wet dish cloth, it's grubby and sodden and it's too heavy.
On these days I give up too easily.
I don't trust my breath, I don't trust that I am enough. I just don't trust at all. I give in, I have no fight.
I surrender to the entirety of existence, a puppet, a plaything for everything else. Yes puppet master, yes. I am yours, do as you will.
I am not always this way, but sometimes I just give up too easily. I guess I must like the contrast.
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