I am scattered lately, torn apart, broken apart, stepped on, and mangled. I've walked through the crowds of my own thoughts, trying to find the one that matters, the one that answers my questions.
But all of my thoughts look the same.
All of the stuff in my brain is being weighed equally, as though they were all just as important.
I guess, I'm at piece. Not at peace.
That's okay too, I suppose. It's okay to simply be broken from time to time. Even if no one realizes it.
"Surrounded by Deity" -- upcoming Witches & Pagans issue