This World
This world.
Sharing my daily activities feels so, so frivolous, to say the least. These feelings are pre-existing. I felt them before I conjured my recent attempt to write and share again. I’ve been feeling them for several years. And these leaden feels sink, sink, sink so deep as I witness these days we share in real time.
Remember to breathe.
Today, that’s all I got.
Peace.
If you can't find the light, be the light. X
We breathe - until we don't. Daily words are reassuring, a little bit of normalcy that some of us may otherwise fail to appreciate. I know that is what I crave these days. Your energy will return. Nothing is permanent- including this morass we find ourselves in. Peace friend.