I don’t know
When tangled emotions are jumbled with fragmented thoughts. Our reflexive responses do not make sense. Who am I? What is this striking snake that lies mostly dormant in me? Why strike now?
I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense. There is no beginning thread to pull or follow. Just a mess. Like a black hole of isolation, no bottom, no walls, nothing to cling to.
Time. Time and space are the only antidote. Distance and objectivity. Sometimes hours, sometimes weeks, sometimes decades.
Being held. No questions asked. No questions seeking answers. Just holding. Till the tears subside and peace embraces the stillness.
Photo Taken September 1st 2023