"When I was a little girl, my life was just music that was getting louder and louder.
Everything moved me.
A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much.
A calendar showing the wrong month. I could have cried over it.
Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested on the edge of the table."
- Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
I spent my latter years after that trying to feel less.
Everyday was about feeling less. Everyday I feel less.
Is it growing old? Or is it something worse?
They say you can't protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
Maybe it's time to let that go.
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