I am in love with emotion. I think that's what's wrong with me. I crave the ache of loneliness--the soothing ache, the pounding ache, the ache before it hurts--and I crave the throbbing in my body that comes with hot tears. It makes me feel alive.
I've felt out of rhythm for so long, my body and mind out of sync. I've had to think before I speak, before I move, so I don't fall out of the fragile net holding my humanity, my dignity, in its place.
But now, as I sit here waiting, a familiar force gathering my belly, I think I'll be ok again. I feel lost and wild and lonely, even as I feel my body and mind slip back into place, beginning to move as one, with purpose, just as before.
I've felt out of rhythm for so long, my body and mind out of sync. I've had to think before I speak, before I move, so I don't fall out of the fragile net holding my humanity, my dignity, in its place.
But now, as I sit here waiting, a familiar force gathering my belly, I think I'll be ok again. I feel lost and wild and lonely, even as I feel my body and mind slip back into place, beginning to move as one, with purpose, just as before.