Chaos. Beliefs tested as I slip into darkness. Easier to sleep than face reality of change. I am drifting in a conscious stream holding my breath.
Coming up gasping for air, I wake up cold in bed wanting and wishing; for what I don’t know. More, less, hugs, kisses, love, hate, energy, rest, laughter, tears, stability. I am nothing, yet everything.
Heart racing, warming, forcing me to breathe. Relax. Things will get better, be strong. Keep breathing.
Wrap me in your fearless embrace. Need you. Need me. Love you. Love me.