Isn’t it weird how you don’t notice it until it’s gone? It’s like a hug, released too soon. A warmth, turned icy cold.
It’s a state of mind. Contentment. Everything’s okay, and if it’s not, it will be soon.
It’s trust. The certainty. The showing up of what or whomever you count on. But when it’s gone….
Nothing makes sense. Everything is cold. There’s no definite. You’re stripped from the inside out, so vulnerable that you would give your entire being to have it back. Because without it, we are hollow.
Inspired by the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Security