scars

A few moments alone.

Silence.

Stillness.

Seconds to recognize this massive space between an authentic connection and the existing isolation.

A touch. Tremble. Release….

Suddenly overwhelmed by a flood of unhappiness and an immeasurable amount of discontent. Then tears. Endless the questions and fear seem. I wait… wonder and feel as though every step I take is the wrong one… leading back into this rotation. I cannot stop longing… I can’t … The ache is continuous and profound.