There is a distance between who I am on the outside and who lives inside of me. An unknown space, clandestine, linked by me, pearls of my being strung together in the movement of my being, that is undiscoverable and indescribably leaves me apart from the presentation of my self to the world. How I am received is not up to me. All of my experiences-emotions-time-faith-efforts-thoughts-responses-perceptions fill this space with a miasma of concealed connection. It is my hope that what comes through this space, what filters from the inside to the outside, is filled with truth, love, compassion because what is inside was created and formed from those very characteristics.
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