I have no words to express what I feel this morning. My qualia longs to be connected in a way that I can only describe as yearning. It feels as if I am dying and I am so very very alone in here. It feels as if I am somehow everything and nothing all at once. And eternity lies in the tiny details of the day. The leaves dancing in the swirling wind. The unfolding moments.
I no longer feel my mother’s hand.
I am afraid.