There is loneliness, almost abandonment in that one, @Michelle .  It has a visionary sense.  A dream, maybe, at least a visualisation, to express breathlessness of a grief or sadness.  The mountains are a brooding, watching presence, the trees resigned to the tragedy of the lonely heart.  Blood and bone may be the sacrifice, but it is insufficient an offering to relieve, to take the pressure off, the chest and to permit freedom just to breathe 

 @7f80d53a 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. 

 It is remarkably coherent for a stream of consciousness, and, it seems, surprisingly revealing, even to yourself, @Michelle. 

 @7f80d53a very much so. I think I need to try it more often.