from the dry garden bed

i must write from the dry garden bed. from the place of letting the light in. from those moments where you suddenly start to feel lighter, you step outside, and realize you’ve been in survival mode. when you begin to find yourself again, to see the light at the end of the tunnel. to feel creative again. you start to wake up, look around, shake off the dirt. wipe your eyes. sometimes it can be after days, weeks, months, or years.