The Empty or perhaps The Sacred
How often do we feel as if drama is a normal part of existence? How often, in our boredom, do we give ourselves to the chaotic currents of our collective, knowing deep inside that it is not wholesome, or true for us? How often do we betray ourselves for the allure of one moment of excitement? One moment that takes us high, yet leaves us so empty, troubled and deprived of real nourishment?
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