I feel one man's adrift. He is looking for ground. His energy is seeking, but blinded by the bombardment of earthly things. He is at a beginning because he has recently lived the end. Finding stillness is not easy for him, but necessary.
Another, wounded to the core, and these things I cannot heal or protect. I no longer need to look him in the eye to know, I could feel it last night as I tossed restlessly in my bed. He does not want me to see the wounds that are so obvious.
Rage consumes me with the last. There is a lack of honesty. He is split down the middle by conflict, wanting to release a primal instinct, yet bound by his own creations to comply with other's standards.
Today, sensative more so than usual, I will plant my feet firmly on this earth and step forward into my own.
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