"Poem" By Langston Hughes I Loved My Friend.  He Went Away From Me.  There’s Nothing More To Say. 

Suffering

I picked up embroidery in 2020 and have really enjoyed translating paintings into thread. I'm working on a series of messed up eyeballs that I love

“The blood flowed freely in my veins, but a weight of despair and remorse pressed on my heart, which nothing could remove.”

— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

I've been living in some of vacuum lately, keep feeling myself slipping further away from myself, from this world, from every living thing around me. I'm falling and I don't know what to hold onto anymore.

Help me, I'm afraid.

I don't feel better after crying and the dark feels kinda light lately. Like it's nothing anymore.

There's voices in my head and I don't know how to explain to them that I do want to keep living. My feet wander and I don't think I like where they want me to go.

I'm afraid.

life fans be like it gets good 40 years in

[Thanks Ruth]

* * * * “The secrets of evolution are death and time—the deaths of enormous numbers of lifeforms that were imperfectly adapted to the environment; and time for a long succession of small mutations.” ― Carl Sagan, Cosmos

I thought the earth remembered me, 

she took me back so tenderly.