Funny that the same topic from this morning is still on my mind. I can’t go back to utah. I can’t get the WIL back. But the place, time, and memories of the job haunt me. My love for the WIL consumers me. She is in every thought I have. I haven’t seen her for almost a year and a half. I haven’t had any communication with her for over 13 months. But she runs through my blood. My owns neural tapestry. She lives in my heart. The more I try to deny the moment or the energy the stronger it grows.
I am cursed. I have been exiled from that which I love. I watch from the outside people live in my home.
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