balasana unhinged i slid off the bed, onto my knees. and i brought my forehead down between my knees. to feel something holding my heart, even if it was just myself. to feel something, cause sometimes walking feels like dreaming feels like; i tilted my head to the side to make it easier for tears to slide down without also collecting a puddle of snot. i hugged myself because no one else will. 090216 what's it to you? who go blather from