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Punxi · F
I practice small acts of return.
I step away from what numbs me and lean toward what sharpens my awareness.
Silence, honesty, solitude, perhaps discomfort when it’s truthful.
I let myself feel things fully instead of editing them into something acceptable.
And when I lose sight of it, as everyone does I think...
I don’t punish the distance.
I just find my way back, again and again, like it’s the only place really I was ever meant to live.
I step away from what numbs me and lean toward what sharpens my awareness.
Silence, honesty, solitude, perhaps discomfort when it’s truthful.
I let myself feel things fully instead of editing them into something acceptable.
And when I lose sight of it, as everyone does I think...
I don’t punish the distance.
I just find my way back, again and again, like it’s the only place really I was ever meant to live.


