today, a friend is walking the streets of Beverly Hills to work…
and a young naked body throws itself from the 10th floor

traumatized (she don’t live here any more)

i guess for this post, i am grateful for my feelings…

sometimes they drag me way down — i look strait into the abandoned desperation of my shriveling soul
sometimes they shoot me straight through the stars — galaxies wiz by as the infinite grace and love of my light burst forth, creating eloquent symphonies of mind stunning beauty…

and i’m grateful that i’m feeling — because i’ve heard from people that have lost touch with their feelings
… it is truly hell

we make it
we break it
we feel it all
eventually