Deep Silence

Ear plugs help to simulate the experience as I lay still snuggled under layered, thin blankets.

If I could quiet the terror and inner chatter warning we’re in danger, it would be easier to soak in the pleasure of solitude.

But my cells ready for battle, and muscles clamp down – anticipating maneuvers. There are just so many attacks, and few ways to counter them.

The key is to keep moving, to keep setting forth on our path, attempting to breach the other side and make contact, before it is too late.

The assault is beginning in earnest. My only consolation is that in the back of my mind, I’ve planned for this.

I don’t understand what it is about them that churns within, propagating their susceptibility to passive-aggressive malice in the guise of “good business.”

In times especially as these, my need for distance is reinforced. For how can the world be safe when family turns against you, without real provocation – just imagined, as their fears puppet them?