nostr:npub107qd2wh87g7q6e8mdehhy9u0qf3ryh9ndm9z3zzraeq2zpn6wrcsjxv7p6 this was stream of consciousness, just opened notes and started typing… I wanted to see what came out, and the result was not what I expected. It does carry a heavy loneliness and grief that I think I’ve never tended to. 

To breathe, such a simple, mechanical action, but so impossible for most days. 

An aching to be part of it all and exempt from this feeling.