In the back of my mind the churning ensues. Sloshing the liquid. The flowing truth. It holds no constant state. Drowning in uncertainty. The atoms are spread too far apart to make sense of it at all. There is too much distance between each thought, each sentence, each word, each syllable. I attempt to grasp these notions. I try but they keep falling through the spaces between my fingers. This elixir cannot be tamed. It is not in the nature of its chemical make up. My hands remain moist with fragments of this axiom, but they dry eventually and I am left with no answers. I am left without comfort. I have made no progress. I cannot settle. My previous attempts are echoed. There must be something more to to do.
I must allow this liquid matter to continue to turn. I must leave it in the same container and beat it with a whisk of acceptance. I must allow the atoms to cling closer to one another. I must be patient. I must be kind to my mind. I must not give in. I must be kind. I must be strong. I must be kind. This must be solidified. But it will take time. I must remember that it will take time. I will take time. Soon it will become solid matter. Soon my thoughts will be soothed. I love you. My heart bleeds for you. My heart beats for you. I will never leave you. I will be strong, if not for me, then for you.