Dormant 12/31/2019
Never you mind the pregnant pauses, while I do admit, it has been a while. such is my process. Healing doesn’t happen quickly or overnight. no, it doesn’t mean I Luv you any less, or that I never think about you, but at this moment, I am swimming up from the murky depths, breaching the mirror-like surface, eyes full of azure, flooding my lungs, replenishing, affirming. t’is the artist’s right, to be Mad, dive deeply, lay dormant, only to bloom again. to see, feel and perceive different than most. my world is not yours, nor yours mine. we are all meant to be here together however, you and I, us, them. on this earthly plane, in this Life, taking this Journey together , separate, apart, as one we all still have some time, for now, to labor our shared purpose. our work is not quite done. so, yes, please, forgive the pregnant pauses, I beseech thee, I know it has been a while. alas, such is my process, Healing does not come quickly, or overnight. I am the last leaf of autumn. clinging to the mighty oak, torpid, looking back at the season past, looking forward to winter’s assured rest, Dormant.