on sunday i am going to a week long silent retreat.
i'm just sort of at a point when i wish my whole life was a silent retreat.
i'm sick of the sound of my own voice. especially considering the voice speaks up as if it actually knows something, when it's clear as day that i don't know a damn thing.
it's so strange, in this half light, can't go back, no efforts to go elsewhere amount to a hill of beans. just here, just this. just..... this. and still, the mind, constantly saying this isn't enough. and i ignore it, the best i am able. but it's just so goddamn loud.
so shutting up for a while will be nice.
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