I have been absent from life again.
Like a switch or a plug that forgot to be grounded properly.
I am volatile: sometimes shocking even the air around me.
Absense from Self is destructive:
if you're gone too long, it's difficult to find your way back...
and you become used to the Other - the chaotic abyss.
Yet I am back. I managed to pull myself from yesterday,
and into this moment - Now.
I remember why I left, and shall forget to do so again.