“Howl, howl, howl, howl!” - King Lear Act v scene iii Thoughts in the brain are like roots attached to trees. No matter how long the bark gets it is the roots that- hold- it- Together. Separation of the branches demonstrate Growth. There is -unclarity- and- indecisiveness- Winter is closer each day. Is it worth being loyal to a ghost? Ignorance seems to be the best solution. The tree still Stands over time as the roots come out and become -Visible- Thoughts are BURIED looking for an escape. Six years have passed and it is painful. The howls the heart screams, the thoughts that -come out- continue to confuse me. Heartbreak is easier than wondering, Losing someone leads to healing, but separation gives only unanswered questions. I am processing, Waiting for clarity of these roots.