I'm falling out of my own internal rhythm. It's not strife, anxiety or fear causing my soul to seemingly flounder against the shell of my existence. It's the open spaces themselves that are appearing along the inside of the exoskeleton called "ME." Only, am I shrinking inside, or does it just no longer fit right? Am I due for a molt or is the entropy of age catching up? I feel restless to find out while at the same time feeling calm and ready. Now to just wait. See what transpires.
From Moraine State Park - My Home Waters