What now? What am I supposed to do now? I exist in 2 worlds. I can't get enough sleep. I dreamed of him for hours last night; being together, being separated in a crowd, finding a black boot full of aquamarine rings~ the rings he wanted to give to me, carrying the boot and searching, searching the crowd to be with him again. What is my truth? What will it take to reach for it, live for it, declare it everywhere I turn?
Even the Sitting Tree does not soothe me. Nor do the carpets of leaves that rustle and whisper and stick to my boots. If leaves and trees hold no sway, what am I supposed to do now?
Are you tired of hearing of the city by the sea? I have more to say. Can you stand it?