It has been a long time since i have posted, simply because I haven't written anything. it returns very slowly...
does anyone long for this like I do
a place that reaches some note of joy
that I can't sing anymore:
remnants with jagged edges
don't seem to come from the same puzzle
the solution isn't something my reasoning can fathom.
Yet I pursue reality anew,
without my own strength
why did I return to an unchanged place?
it is as though my words might fall to the ground
if I dare to speak life into what was once treasured
it gathers no words to articulate itself
I find no solace in normal places
and the aching remains in my heart