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Ah, me. I didn’t realize I was all that sad until I started working on this piece. I think she made me sad.

Still, I like her.

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Lately I feel so damn unmoored. Bitter taste in my mouth all the time. Small moments where I’ll begrudgingly admit to a provisional happiness, long spells staring out the window at the passing world.

At my passing life.

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It’s entirely normal to go through these dark passages.

Essential, even.

I’m long past fighting them. They bring life, just like a rainstorm. It’s not necessarily the case that I’ve lost my way.

 

That rain soaks the earth.

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Namaste.

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