It's a wave of anxiety, guilt, trauma that turns around to excitement, relief, and longing. It's begun. I keep holding my breath for the news. The tide is turning. Are you solid on the shore or being taken out in the riptide. I'm experiencing marsh toes. It's the thought process that only I can hear. I enjoy that conversation. The dreams though have been invaded and I'm continuously being dropped into another timeline. I want more free time and more energy but it gets hard. I just hope she sees.
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