I’m a shallow well,
Repeating the same verses,
Like an old echo.
Weep into my depths, O Muse,
And fill me with purpose
To the very end,
We’re all just telling stories,
So does it matter,
That after all of this time,
I have but just one to tell?
I’m a shallow well,
Repeating the same verses,
Like an old echo.
Weep into my depths, O Muse,
And fill me with purpose
To the very end,
We’re all just telling stories,
So does it matter,
That after all of this time,
I have but just one to tell?
Discarded Recollections 
Such a well thought perspective … we are after all prisoners of our stories…. 🤎
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As always, your words are a comforting balm. Thank you for reading and your kind words.
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