As some things fall apart, others come together.

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As some things fall apart, others come together.

Disintegration has become an ally. My initial skirmishes with its power left me devastated. Now, as I familiarize myself with the topography of the boneyard, something deep inside of me settles. I’m not panicking anymore, quite the opposite, I feel sharpened like a keen blade. The observer stays in his seat, watching emotional weather fronts roll in, wreak havoc and then leave. There seems to be an intelligence to it all, it’s a fierce teacher but I trust it, implicitly. I let my heart ache, my tears roll, even as pieces of me burn and fade away, there is renewal. Small shoots appearing everywhere. I can feel the inside of others now with an acuity that is exquisitely balanced, I drop deep beneath my fatigue into the collective. I have never felt more part of the whole, yet been so alone.

About the author

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Jamie Elkon http://shrinkrap.co.za/

The author can be found rummaging through life looking for nourishment in the early hours of the morning. He is slowly going sane by using his actual life and relationships to wake up.He lives in Cape Town with his teenaged daughter, two bassett hounds named Thelma and Louise and Digit... the cat. He hugs trees, has experienced numerous dark nights of the soul, collects incorrect Chinese packaging and tracks curious things to their lair.