pin prick

Picking flowers


I've been thinking about this thing, this little "pin prick" to my heart. I don't know what else to call it. I can't seem to articulate it any better. It's just there gnawing at me a bit. I've tried writing about it, talking about it, thinking about it, explaining it, wraping my mind around it, all to no avail. Nothing works. I just keep walking in small circles around it. It won't go away. I feel frustrated and uncomfortable. 


Picking flowers 2


Even though you really want to understand it- you just can't. And even now, as I type this out, I realize that these pin pricks might just have to be felt, endured. It's the only way. Okay then. I'll do it with quietness, and grace, and love... and I'll be okay. 


I'll be ok. In fact, I feel a little better already.