Depths of feel into gentility with self

These, my darkest days.

How much more can my heart take?

Will it eventually stop feeling?

Falling. Falling. Falling.

There I go.

And endless downhill ride through the funneling kaleidoscope of smeared memories, love, trauma, self talk, and inner wisdom.

Lost, I am.

Deep in the trees.

They say new is good. Letting go, backwards, sliding, to a forward destination. Is that how it all works?

I don’t know.

I’m speaking to you now wrapped in five quilts. Please turn the heat up so my toes don’t get cold.