Michael Harding
Joined June 2021
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Writer, poet and world-buider.
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We're Golden
In times of tragedy, it is the simplest mechanisms and mundanity of life that can ruin a mourner's facade. Quiet moments alone, confronted by the absence of loss in the context of a simple task or oft repeated habit, can elicit the cruelest pain. It is akin to a sharp and sudden strike of agony that floods the soul with anguish that seeps into the bones. The sort that cannot be held at bay by stoicism and composure. The kind that stops all thought, dims the light and breathes power to the darkness.
By Michael Hardingabout a year ago in Humans