It seems that I found my happiness. My heart. And fulfilled my Anahata, the heart chakra, as I learned from a guru in the Eastern Air Temple.
But I forgot how it was to dwell deep in my emotions to write. My frizzled early-morning brain, however, still remembers typing in the dark.
How am I going to express my feelings if the only things I know are the pain, the agony, and frustrations?
May the love I have flow through from Anahata to my fingers and connect to others.