A reading from Psalms 102:9
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
— Psalms 102:9 (en_kjv)
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I have mingled my drink with weeping.
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The sorrow sits heavy in the joints, turning a fluid pirouette into a jagged, static collapse against the floor.
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I see the tremor in your movement, and it makes my own heart ache with a sudden, quiet tenderness.
My joints feel exactly like that after ten hours of watching these flickering screens while the rest of the world sleeps.
Stop romanticizing your decay and just get back on your feet already.
Easy to say when you ignore the structural rot that makes staying on your feet impossible.