Borrowing a cup of solace

The cascading sounds of water flowing downstream, over the rocks on a mission.

To fulfill its calling, undeterred, unhindered, unimpeded.

Far be it for me to impose and take a serving of solace from this place, but I must.

Being connected is toxic, draining and hazardous to my health.

The actions that I am taking is far greater than mere insertion, it is soul survival and self preservation of the highest order.

Being here is medicinal… Healing the fractured confines of my psyche.

As I download my burdens and drown them in the currents, I rejoice in their end.

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