Tunnelling 


​Truly life can be tragic 

and unbearably beautiful

In the same fleeting breath

like fractal scars or painted wounds 

.
Like dancing fires bringing new beginnings 

Like majestic waves that washes everything after

Like hurricanes after scorching droughts 

Life is a series of abreactive disasters

.
Like everything that ever was

This too will pass

You could choose to dig yourself out of the hole

Rather than climbing out 

                             

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