Lately, I think a lot about what is lost in omitting certain versions of the truth.
And what the consequences are to living in houses that fill with the shadows of the unspoken. About the phenomena of enough shadows collecting, and how like coal under pressure, their weight also transmute time and space, to create something new, cauls that entangles the heart and spirit.
And how, these veils casts patinas. Causing the pathways to integrity to become obscured by, what at the time seem, the best of intentions.
And how the only route to freedom is to leave behind what has become the accustomed refuge of shade.
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