But I get up again

Featured image  Sometimes I go to a very broken place in my heart where it feels like a mosaic of broken reflections, and I recant all of my failure…I start to feel the world swallow me whole, and digest me like a cheese puff… fluffy, unhealthy…tasty, bright, but otherwise no value…Then I sleep on it, and get up again…and suddenly I feel like I’m back in the game…and for at least right now…it appears there is light at the end of the tunnel.

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