There are days you reach into your heart and don’t feel a thing. You want to grab at anything that is floating, flowing, beating; but you grasp at empty space. With each attempt fingers close into a fist, but when you bring it out, your hand opens to nothing. You sense a thudding under an ocean so deep that the sound barely travels back to the surface.
mechanical toy
running on a battery -
windowsill orchid
There is sign of life, but you want the signification of living.
I felt this in my bones, Anannya. And that haiku is piercing. A big hug to you.
ReplyDeleteThat emptiness - I felt it while reading this. (hands opening to nothing)
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