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Brittle Winter.

As I stood there under the hot water, allowing it to pour down my back and allowing it to slowly burn my skin, I got thinking; how often do we confuse misplaced feelings and to what end do we act on it? 
When all we have is ourselves, can we get swept away without the great anchor of friends and can we activity trace back and crumble our memories in the hope of crumbling ourselves? 
Soon after I wiped the tears from my eyes for I could see the confusion I was living in. 

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I'm a firm believer in the teachings and practices of mindfulness, a simple ten minute exercise that extremely quiets the mind, restores all the balance and takes you out of the black and into the grey, but when the only personal time you get is in the shower you can easily become displaced in reality and loose your step. 

It's all happened before I'm sure, to everyone at some point, simple feelings of comfort get crossed with confused emotions and ambitions, the lesser of dreams you hold crumble as your reality isn't reality, the fright you get is realising its not even cohesive to your ambitions only your clouded emotions of comfort and breaking that is almost as hard as breaking something real. 

Don't ask for forgiveness if you've done no harm to anyone but you, don't beg for mercy and ask questions when your the voice of the person answering. 
Taking time out to balance your juggling act will save your soul poor friend. 

A simple truth yet I should have spoken it while looking in the mirror, misplaced emotions only lead to clouded decisions, hasty ambitions and a feeling of low hearted grief, learn your lessons kid, we all have to at some point. 

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