Panamanian thoughts

I suddenly have a deep need to write and since I am in no hurry here I sit, surrounded by memories, surrounded by fear, and exist.

I am too harsh on myself but I am not sure I know any other way to exist. can I ever let it all go? The longing, the judgment, the apprehension? How do I start? Ironic isn’t it, that question, since all I seem to do is begin again. 

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