I want to desperately to convey what is going on inside of me, the sadness, the loneliness, the longing, the frustration, the confusion, the sense of separateness, the sense of isolation, the hurt, the pain, the weight, the pull, the exhaustion, the struggle… and yet words sometimes just seem to fall short. How can I accurately convey with words what I’m experiencing in this moment. I cannot. Maybe I shouldn’t have started a blog, since that’s the point, isn’t it? To use words to convey? Convey what? Anything, I suppose. I long to convey what I know to be true to me, what I know to be true inside. And yet I cannot. Something holds me back. Is it the words that are the true limitations, or is it myself? I wonder.
At this time, when words seem to be betraying me, I give you instead an image.