she finds a spot that feels safe…literally…an inch…from the spot I had tried to hold her…
I think I’m here just to be alive. To see it. Hear it. Feel it. All of it. Even when it hurts.
“How do you feel?” “I don’t know…” I don’t think it’s unusual not know what we’re feeling. Nor even to be unable to feel. What are you feeling now? Are you feeling a mixture of feelings? Are you feeling one shallowly? Are you feeling one deeply? If you aren’t sure, there are some almost universalContinue reading ““How do you feel?” “I don’t know…””
Whom shall I love? “Whichever one needs it most in the moment.” For she or he is the Christface set before me.