A small tale of significance.



In the trenches she scraped her foot from the absorbed she found whilst there, her all had been diluted with the beings of others…  Conspicuous though it was she unacquainted herself now from the forlorn presence that shadowed her being.  Ever wondrous she always would take on more as the curiosity spilled her bones into the whys and wherefores of others simultaneously mingling alongside her.  Now was the time for releasing those cobwebs that didn’t belong to her, dusted and covered from times spent as a perpetual mannequin conquering the whims of others.  Awash the rain came one day and reminded her of the spiritual cleansing she needed to be herself once more.  She laughed as she realized the unabated folly and misconceptions of perpetually pleasing others in complete ignorance of herself.  A sort of accumulated bubble of gestures elated and scratched out from others etched upon her soul, cast like a shadow upon her own shadow, obscure.  Oh but how she’d loved them all, all in their own unique compromising ways but they were not hers.  Waist time no more she thought as she smiled getting out of bed to rule the day!  Amen, the penny had finally dropped.


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