It is nearing, and I have to learn to feel again. Nothing but feelings, no words. In this condition I see the strain of the situation for I am again new to this condition. It was for a long time that I felt loving touch, no more touch. I feel alone, but my company is still with me.
Comfort is still also present, but waiting is hard.
Now is the time for reckoning. I see myself in plunderous conditions. Mornings appear, and I am not really there. I am a late comer. Soul is with me as I approach my work.