I’m not sure when the sad things set in permanently, but I find little joy in the world and what we made of it. I ask the Lord show me where the my weak spots give in and shape into something useful so that I don’t feel this way forever. What makes you sad? Answer loudly. Tell me everything. Because friendship means more to me than the gentle light that sets when the sun makes way for the moon. I want to coat those things in permanence, along with everyone who ever chose to love me. Rewrite it until I understand it. Cry out to the dark sky and sleep next to wolves. Befriend them too. Show them my version of honor and what that definition means to me. Watch their backs against every predator. Become wild with them and give my mind a rest from these worldly things. Tell my body that I’m sorry for all the damage. Run through the thicket like I fucking own it and come back to safety when I feel worthy. A little less tired. More forgiving of myself. -AMT©️