Because our society blankets the spiritual essence of this season with gluttonous consumerism.
Because the memories of the past are filled with more joy than the reality of the present.
Because those who look like me won’t see me.
Because those whom I look like stopped seeing me.
Because being submerged in an ocean of thoughts means you can’t feel the wetness for the water.
To feel everything is to feel nothing.
Until next time…
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