Sadness spiraling downwards in the hollowness

at the end of which is God breathing down.

Many worries struggling to be free.

How do I live this way?

Do I know how I will feel in the future?

That is a great mystery.

Dare I hope?

I remember in the small seed of youth,

How you looked.

Most incredulously, you grew up.

What were you smokin?

You called me, and smiled,

Most nakedly.