This began as a stream-of-consciousness on my experience feeling empathy, which sort of pulled into me tracing how the feeling passes through my body. Almost like the anatomy of my feeling process.
the heart is contained beneath an embodiment of marrow. wrought feelings from that which it has grown. yet to see it through the cage of its own doing, its own knowing, its own sanctuary of surrender, of self-defeat, is to feel how it spills out—pouring into hallowed chasms, pooling below like a safe harbor for itself. away from the undertow, warm and known. until, inevitable—it weakens and falls once more. slipping deep beneath hard surfaces, into its silent and sacred bed of red sea.
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© 2025 DISTILLIST.
Need to let that one bloom upstairs. Great reading voice--gentle, steady, wise
I need to tell you more often how I enjoy how your brain works.💛🙃