Picking up pieces of my heart and trying to hold them together without losing my cerebral faculties; it's exhausting. I feel like I'm walking on a tight rope called life. I look down and can't find a safety net yet. But the pieces of puzzle of my life are finally coming together and are in one place. At least now, I can juxtapose them in a more coherent fashion; then and now.
My heart's power cord is finally plugged into it's rightful place, the universe; not my ego or or other's.
The power is back on; the power of self-love; This Will not be squandered ever again.
