She had a deep wound. A wound that hadn’t healed for 20 years. She didn’t allow that wound to fester and take hold of her life. She was even able to grow and ostensibly fertilize certain parts of her life. She had a fantastic tomato garden wherein she poured her tears to great effect. She had a growing career. She had a supportive circle of friends. She enjoyed wonderful cultural events. But the wound still left her empty.
As she walked around, in her head, she was drawn to the bench with the silly heart. Her own heart pounded rapidly. She ran to the bench and sat. She looked down at her phone as it chimed. Then she looked up and unbelievably she saw him sitting next to her. She reached out. Her wound closed. She glistened. She was now whole.
Categories: Culture, death, mental health, Psychology, supernatural
I can feel it…