notes from the floundering

How we walk into death matters.

Whether it is our own death,
the death of a loved one,
or the death of a world or a way.

There is no “saving”
whatever that means.

but there is something whispering in the dark
something that pulls at the very core of your being.

It is that thing that will keep you here,
feeding off the bones of the living,
if you do not listen.

put your focus there
attend to that.