These thought processes…I am inside out, shredded…on so many levelsout of sync…hear my own wordsnothing but hot airmaking me so dizzythat I’m becoming afraidof heights….phobic, actually Breathe,I remember somewherebetween gulps of heliumand the hammeringin my head…breathe… Platitudes have no placein this momentin the inside outemotionally raw now So, I’ll quit the wordsbreathe until I find … Continue reading Stop the Words