Cate Maguire
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Lifting The Lid
I'm alone when I want to be, alone when I don't. How am I supposed to tell the days apart when nothing new has happened? Nothing to ease the pressure of being this deep; there's not enough oxygen to make it to the surface. I use to be able to see the weak spot that could still let in some light. Like a flower, I would twist and bend to be near it. It wasn't strong enough to keep me warm or guide my way, but at least there was hope. Now, I see nothing. I've run the tip of my finger bald on the seal, which has only made it easier to glide along. I admire its perfection. Thankful for its ability to muffle the placating voices, the condescending chatter, and the suggestions handed over on clouds of ego.
By Cate Maguire5 years ago in Motivation
Lifting The Lid
I'm alone when I want to be, alone when I don't. How am I supposed to tell the days apart when nothing new has happened? Nothing to ease the pressure of being this deep; there's not enough oxygen to make it to the surface. I use to be able to see the weak spot that could still let in some light. Like a flower, I would twist and bend to be near it. It wasn't strong enough to keep me warm or guide my way, but at least there was hope. Now, I see nothing. I've run the tip of my finger bald on the seal, which has only made it easier to glide along. I admire its perfection. Thankful for its ability to muffle the placating voices, the condescending chatter, and the suggestions handed over on clouds of ego.
By Cate Maguire5 years ago in Motivation
