I was enveloped with my smoke...covered and cocooned in the sadness.
Deep darkness, my husband was desperate to find or create an antidote....
I fell last night, fell deep into my emptiness.
I feel as though I have resumed my "auto drive", I am here but no one seems to be home. Kidnapped by it.
I tried to bat at the smoke; make it go away, but the more I swung at it the more it seemed to create.
I walk as the Barreness, crown and jewels, but I fear there is emptiness behind my eyes. For if they are windows to the soul, my eyes are averted.
Smoke and mirrors.