Comfort
What happens when all the words I used to read have been drained of all their comfort?
When the pictures I used to watch no longer bring me home?
When repeated mantras lose their effectiveness?
I think i've reached the point in adulthood where I understand that this is it.
There is np happy ending, no fairy tale, no final point of achievement or understanding.
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