My brain and heart still hurts for the one who I saw in the med tent who never ended up making it back through the darkness of his own head and physical health.
When you’re surrounded by everyone’s feelings and consciousness (or lack there of) and you can feel the hearts and minds of innocent beings becoming ripped apart and then lost, it can overwhelm you. It makes me hurt inside knowing people went to a beautiful place and weren't coming back.
I wish I knew what these people saw in me while I was sitting there with iv’s wired out of my arm. Their eyes lost in mine and confused, almost reaching out for help and then snap, they’re gone, unconscious, their being disappears and their body just becomes a body. The vessel that we all are. Just a lump of meat with beautiful minds that are also so easily lost.
I hope that lost soul, the one who I last saw, the soul that last saw into my eyes and then disappeared and left the body vessel that it was contained in, I hope that it’s finding a way to create and flourish in new ways all surrounding us.
We are all beautiful and we are all delicate.