Lisa and her daughter took me in.

I was a complete stranger, surrounded by generosity and 

A PLETHORA OF FOSTER KITTENS,

I felt utterly undeserving.

I tried my best to be invisible, to not disturb the

ecosystem in which I did not belong.

I had only enough courage to sit alone in my room and write

out a personal inventory.

RESENTMENTS

FEARS

SEX

It was long and it was thorough, and it left me with 

LITTLE ABILITY TO INTERACT WITH OTHERS.

Nothing about the situation made sense,

except that it was in this dreamlike state of 

EXTREME DISASSOCIATION, protected and held,

that I was able to tread lightly in the physical realm,

but fiercely inward.

I ventured out the front door on Oakwood Avenue

with great frequency, always south,

feet propelled, directionless but aware,

LIVING IN A CONSTANT STATE OF INTROSPECTION,

I slowly entered a symbiotic relationship with the mountain and its ever changing temperament.

By the time the cold mist came and lingered 

I was so intertwined and in tune with my surroundings

that I too felt like a particle suspended in the chilled air...

TIMELESS AND SILENT.

 

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