The space, the void of emptiness that exists
A vastness, bereft of feeling
My spirit residing there for so long now
A choice made to cultivate that arena of a barren heart-scape
Alone being a preferred state of being
The awkwardness of trying to feel
Pressing me further into that world
Timid steps out met with fear and apprehension
Uneasiness and trepidation has replaced my Self in this universe
A hand reached out, so quickly pulled back
As if from a flame…
Spirit extended, trembling
As I strive to return
whisky sweet 