the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

Patterns that habitually rearrange and reemerge without authorship. Sometimes it seemmore like force and coercion.

With a sense ok

A clean disappearance without defensiveness.
Impact without seduction.
Power without posture.

No justification and no looking back. I withdraw the self, leaving altered perception behind.

A disciplined choice.

When you touch grass, how do you embody that?

How do you make the most of every moment and every second of every day in nature.

Naturally, we lavish in its beauty and we shall not do this at a break neck speed.

Too much relational gravity can feel like surveillance, even when it’s care.

Remember that. ❤️

Touch that is transportive, that takes you elsewhere.

Tender, full, generous, enveloping. Infusing spirit into deadened appendages. The feeling they lacked seemed abstract, but now, alive.

Insatiable. Like rain soaked soil pretending it did not need water.