It’s getting late and you’re still sleeping. I wanted to grab your hand and run out into the sunshine. I’m tired of waiting for you and the shadows grow long.
Watching you sleep, fit-full and feverish, tossing and turning, lashing out and breaking yourself and your world into bloody pieces, hurts.
One violent sweep of your arm fells whole forests, your tight grip on the planet strangles life, your pounding fists levels cities. Cycles of war and seasons of famine have taught you little.
You’re still peeing in the drinking water and sleep walking down the middle of the road. Your dreams remain treacherous and terrifying.
I am slipping this note into the astral , under the door between worlds where a crack of light from the other side might reach you yet. My fervent hope is that these words burn brightly through the fog clouding your mind’s eye:
RETURN TO LOVE!
All you need is the slightest willingness, the merest flicker of your eyelids,
and the light will rush in. Dark dreams will be over forever
YOU CAN DO IT!
WE MISS YOU!
WE LOVE YOU!
HOME JUST ISN’T THE SAME
We’ve kept your place at the table
With much love from Yourself to
P.S All is for forgiven