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I didn't have to identify his body. I was too many miles away. It's a good thing. To put physical distance between you and what you can't handle. People will tell you that you are weak. For not facing what haunts you. Your fears or your demons or whatever it is. Of course nowadays there's quite a few people who pride themselves in loitering in their own darkness. That's not really a way out, or I should rather say, in. In to what we were born to be. At least not for me. It took me years to acknowledge things that can still totally overwhelm me.That doesn't make me weak. It makes me human. The capacity to encompass all sorts of emotions that are based in either fear or love to the near limits of their extremes. I've met many people who have learned to suppress themselves. Learned behavior from birth onward to stay within approved behavior lest one be outcast and unloved. Perpetual indoctrination of neuroses. That seems to be worse of an affliction than getting overwhelmed. The affliction to stunt one's own growth and not blossom into what has been seeded within. It's unfortunate enough that we, in a collective of any sort, suppress the expression of individuality. But to adopt that suppression on a personal level leaves one with nothing but the daily war against who one was born to be. People die fighting themselves to their bitter end. That may have very well been the reason for his suicide. He may have just been tired of fighting a war he was destined to lose. ~•~ a beautiful milieu Image Gabriel Guerrero https://www.instagram.com/shriveling/