Central Park

I spent the morning walking through Central Park under a soft rain. It felt like walking in a dream. I needed  to slow down, to turn things off for a moment. Everything has been highly charged for me these past few weeks. When I was young, I wanted to live with my skin open, and sometimes, as is the case lately, I find myself unable to lose the habit even if it's tearing me apart.

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