Meditation in the waterfalls of Desolation Wilderness. Holding still against the immaculate current. Eyes closed, there is only the feeling of the water. Hyperaware of every eddy and splash. Flowing over the backs of my aging hands. Slowly washing away the guilt of lifetimes. A red flower blooms in the muddy space behind my irises. Unsullied, the infinity rinses away every irrelevant part of me. Inhaling the spray of crystal moments through lightly clenched teeth. A few minutes of transcendence. This is how I want to die.
11:19 p.m. - 2020-09-09
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