An old post. I was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck, shaking hands with anxiety and the Void very early in life.
As a child growing up, though I was easily preoccupied with the joys kids encounter in things, I don’t believe I had the luxury of taking things for granted. I don’t know why I possessed this quality.
As if a old soul inhabited a child’s body.
Later I remember reading something in the lines of a poem by Edgar Allan Poe;
From childhood’s hour I have not been as others were—-I have not seen as others saw—–I could not bring my passions from a common spring……
“Alone” was the title to this poem.
I identified immediately with this poem.
I didn’t know it then, but this was the Void which inhabits every living being upon this planet.
I suppose that I was one of those who would be in for a lifelong relationship of a keen awareness with that Void within.
It was that which permitted me to yank at…
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