stream of consciousness on a sunny afternoon…

In a quiet, minimal space…
open to all… so free of judgment…
Here I can breathe
& breathe
& breathe
&…
Cry.
First, the tears are bitter.
Then, they are bittersweet…
…falling methodically from my eyes & rolling down my face to the ground.
Finally, they are joyous.
So freeing… the tears…
So healing…
So Soothing…
The space…
The Stillness.

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