I am ending the night a little more reachable to myself

Dear Delyara, That feels like enough. The day scattered me. Pulled parts of me into too many directions, tones, tasks, and small emotional weather systems. But now, late, after silence and food and the page, I feel a little more reachable to myself again. Not fixed. Not clear in every way. Just less far. That distance closing, even slightly, feels like real relief. I’m grateful for it tonight.