Driving through the woods this morning I noticed it advancing in the shape of browning ferns and the first fallen colored leaves. I can feel you leaving me. The beginning of a gradual turning away. The edges of my own primordial wound started to ache.
Autumn is a reminder of abandonment with its deep-in-the-marrow perpetual sorrow. You could say that it's my core trauma or the essential tear in my fabric. That which the scar tissue of my personality has formed over.
It's the shadow cast over every relationship I've entered into and fallen out of. It's the sickness I've come to this world to heal.
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