Time, space; space, time; exhale - inhale…
Something is stirred within, complimented by an overwhelming cloudiness….
Low ceilings are present; both figuratively & literally…they represent a never-ending rain; a never-ending haze.
Hours…days…minutes…breaths go by....they're all unequal & boundless, with overburdened components stripped bare - this shell eagerly awaiting a reconstruction.
Rebuild. Imagine. Breathe one breath at a time.
The inner light will again come to shine....time is the answer.
Exhale…inhale…exhale....be patient.
"Patience"