Begin internally.

Once I began to feel the vibrations of my body tell me that it was time to begin the day, I got out of bed and began my daily routine of preparing myself. I always found that most of the preparation had to begin internally. I glanced at myself in the bathroom mirror and thought about how much I enjoyed the soft sounds of the world outside and how comforting that can be when you know that there still exists layers of brutality amongst the gentle. I have a sort of kinship with all that has been occupying my time lately; those are parts of the universe that represent something beyond the physical. The comfort lies in the way the moon dwells in the sky, alone and quiet with tiny specks of light shimmering in the night. The sun, as it shines its light across the city, invites the people to respire under his warmth chaperoned with the soft, white clouds that embrace his welcome as they drift through the day. 

As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I began to wonder what it was about that reflection that no longer was comforting. I was looking at a stranger as I realized that I had forgotten that I was still existing, not allowing myself a moment to take notice of the person that was extracted from that body. I can’t remember the last time I felt entirely exacting in my physical form as an essence of life that existed beyond the four corners of that house. The separation of my soul from the person I once knew somehow rose to the surface.