Gravity

I might look back too much but strangely I've found the view becomes clearer with distance. All these hours spent staring at my insides trying to make sense of them... I wish I could stretch out a hand to that faceless disembodied creature, caught in an insane contemplation, tell her it is ok not to understand and to be different, and that relief will come with age and much stumbling in the dark. There is no cure, only resilience.