Still, I feel stuck- I am in the woods with no way of knowing what direction to travel: I have no feet to walk, no hands to touch, no brain to wonder, no heart to feel. Iām surrounded by emotions but I feel none. So much pain and loss, so much joy to be sung, but I just sit. Unable to stand up from this mud. This slick trap I have fallen for too many times now! The things I once had I now dream about. But I am still afraid of these dreams, because I wake up with the pain knowing that they were just that. Just a blip. An escape from reality but only for a moment, maybe if I had a clip I could make them permeant. Just a squeeze of a trigger, or a ledge slip