Something

i feel sad.
looking back at the wonderful places i have been, in my soul.
how happy.
how content.
how centered.
how in touch with the earthly-heavenly flows of life and energy and beauty and love.

now, how i find myself disconnected.
hollow.
a dried out husk.

how did i get here? what went wrong?
it was all so gradual. you hardly notice.
you sense,
but you're just a little too busy, a little too tired to realign and
refind the path you know you love to dance.

and then you find yourself drained,
empty,
exhasted.

i feel too tired to get back to where i want to be.
there must be a scrap of energy left, some drop of the reserve that was once infinte, fed by innumerable sources. to save my soul.

i feel angry. for letting this happen. for the context that made this happen.

and out of the anger comes a determination for change. negative to be transformed for positive.

and i'm pissed off that i can't format this the way i want, for whatever reason. it will have to do as it is. too bad. piss.