4.30.25

How to make the kinds of decisions that make me feel like love exists? How do I reach my hand back into the world to touch “the heart of life”? Encountering myself in the dark, always. The body is always searching for proof of life. I asked a question, looking for a simple answer. Looking up at the trees, the early spring leaves winked “yes” at me, like stars in a bright night.

Today is the last day of this. I'm walking on, without you, back towards myself. To be honest is to make the long journey home, walking as far as I can. The mountain is a mountain and also a face that looks like my own. I love this face, and everything history has done to it.