hanging out at the aporic edge - by Sandra

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I am feeling stuck.

I am feeling stuck. I am even tired of trying to describe it with words. It's a sensation that is all too familiar and it makes me feel small. like there are some rusty cogs inside my system that are moving against each other with a lot of friction and screech out painful sounds when they grind against each other. as they do, a little bit of rusty metal crumbles away, polluting the system with toxic trash. you might think it’s like shedding old skin to make space for the new. that would feel refreshing, unburdening, and full of possibilities. but this one feels like there are old and…

hanging out at the aporic edge - by Sandra

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