I thought I could get a way from writing for a little while, but I couldn’t. Writing is the only way that my soul can catch its breath every once in a while.
Tonight, I feel whole. I feel impermeable. I feel warm. I feel tender. I feel open.
I feel capable of love. I feel capable of being touched, moved and changed by love.
I feel calm, light and transparent.
I feel like a feather swaying to the whims of a gentle wind.
I am alright.