The world around me sleeps.
Calm, rhythmic breathing, like a heartbeat.
Pondering the dying.
Their raspy, grasping breath, like a tight fist holding on.
Allowing my thoughts to tumble.
My thoughts to jumble.
My heart to mumble.
Allowing myself to be, just as I am.
Unafraid to feel.
Coming out of the fog of oversaturated information from the world around me.
Fully alive and awake to what is happening around me.
Living inside out.
Weak in the knees.
Pondering a future on earth without one of my role models, my overcomers, my heros!
Looking into the unknown.