Eyes wide, tired, I walk through this dream alone.
The reflection of the light blinding, no darkness in sight.
Wrung out, I fall towards gratitude, a pull stronger than ever, drawing me out of sorrow.
The grief is felt in trickles, not waves. The dissection, a necessary emancipation from old truths.
Alone. The way I began, the way I will end, the way I must find peace.
Clarity comes with time. Separation can be tolerated to new limits with the appropriate amount of space.
After the inward spiral comes the outpouring of love.
Trust the moments to follow; self love brings with it the village you needed from the start.
