Still here

Still here. Tired. My dad passed away May 16th. I feel the energetic shift. The emptiness. The void. The what now? I long for closeness. For touch. For tenderness. Be kind to my body. In silence. Love me. Touch me. I'm so tired of being on my own. To regulate on my own. Hug me. Hold me. I need you. I speak into the void. The darkness. The empty spaces. Who holds? Life. Please. I'm so tired. I need those strong arms around me. I need a safe place to land and rest deeply. I need you. Amen