Not very well, this is how they are spending these days, since last week only Saturday I managed to spend the day without feeling a fire inside.
Without love, without affection, without passion, interest, empathy, emotion, feeling... the heart rusts. In these dark moments when you have more or less people around you but none in tune with you, it's time to try to give yourself affection and welcome alone but it's not always easy. Today the internal fire has come to make me feel bad even on the outside, on the body and I realized that I needed to give myself some caress and to calm down with a chamomile, with magnesium and hawthorn.
We live in difficult times when technology leads us to give up the human, its best and healing part that comes from love, friendship, understanding, sharing and many other different qualities.
Now more than ever, my self is divided into two: there is a me who is very sick inside and who gets to feel bad even outside and another me who takes by the hand, who "attaches the heart" trying to give the warmth and the welcome that does not feel to find around and inside.
It's the ups and downs of life.
Midnight has passed, the chamomile and hawthorn, and maybe even magnesium, have made a bit of their effect and the bed is there waiting for me. Sweet night 🌟🌜.
