Where have I been?

I’m staring at my hands and then the table, back and forth. It’s all just slightly out of focus because I’m slipping in and out of this place, this body. There are little things that help but sometimes it’s like climbing a mountain with no gear. I sink so much energy into my breath, into the presents presence, and I still

Fall.

Thoughts come and go.

Still falling.

Sometimes things I want to forget.

It’s getting hard to breathe.

Sometimes nothing at all.

Where am I?

Feel the ground beneath my feet. Feel the ground. Feel itfeelitfeelit. Feel lit?

No.

Vines curl upward, wrap around my fingers. Squeeze. Pull me down.

Flowers breathe. Open and close. In light. In the dark.

Petals.