Dark Night Writings
It is morning, woke into all the same terror, center of it moving around, abdomen, belly, chest, laying still so as to be with it, “trying” to not resist, run, fight, not add energy to it… Mind attention tries to get away into thoughts, falls back into the terror, there is nothing solid left to hang thoughts onto… As if the infrastructure thoughts used to organize themselves around has crumbled into dust, identity still struggling to stay intact, survive… Only bits and pieces left, tumbling up out of nothing, and then fading away…
