I will put my body in the position of crucifixion. I then just let myself fall backwards. I see something as funny, and I ring out with laughter as I begin to cry for the comedic release. There is pain in one moment and comedy the next. It has been so long since I actually had a romantic attachment. I hang on by a thread to music to pull through a muse or two. My soul feels dead and my connections to the universe, which seen as quiet and the markings are fictitious, and not not at all free. A line of telepathy tells me to hold on and it will get better. I do not feel malaise, but I sense a disconnect between me and the stars. There is just no response at all. I am very versed in reality, and I know that romance for me is dead or at least in a very deep state of hibernation as I sleep with bear. Hopefully my words will be heard by the wild, and a lovely fox in the woods. The song "Grenade" by Bruno Mars come up in the random cue on pandora as I write about this. Maybe the wind will begin to whip through the deciduous trees, not the coniferous trees. The first is a better indication of gifts and answers. I will have to just stand back and let things be.
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