Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which physician with in you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink its remedy in silence and tranquility.

I greeted the rising morning sun with the warmth of its arrival on my face hoping that the previous nights harsh waves of emotions of missing you would go away. The under toe has a hold of me and is dragging me under. And “I’m drowning in mermaids bed.”