I have a splinter in my mind.
My other thoughts are agile, masterful avoiders — working hard not to get near that splinter. The splinter isn’t there until I forget to avoid it … and I touch it. It’s a silent imposer.
When something brings my thoughts nearer to this splinter, then all I know is the splinter — the pain around it, the space it occupies, the …
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