I guess that's how it always starts.
A little twitch in your stomach and you know, just know, something new has started.
It feels like a miracle.
I guess the issue is that I don't know what to do when it stops.
How does this happen?
Is it a coldness? Is it guilt? Is it intention or carelessness?
I look back at the trail of broken things behind me and I wonder... is my heart such an infertile ground as this? Is it me?
That trail is beauty, pain, and memory, a few choices mixed in for good measure. Is this this how it will always be?
It all unfolds and it feels inevitable and a little unreal.
But it is real. And you know.
In your bones... in your heart.
You can feel it in your stomach.
