The ground disappeared.

Beneath my feet.

Floating away. Fighting.

I tried to run.

Run far away from this place.

The pain caught up.

Suffering as usual.

What are you running from dear child?

Reality mother, it is painful.

My wounds hurt.

I don’t want to feel anymore.

Stop for a moment child.

Turn around.

You see, for you cannot run away.

There is nowhere to run.

Your shadows are always with you.

Embrace them. Love them.

For they are also you.

They are apart of you.

We are in this together.

April 20th 2025.