2AM. I feel irritation. I meditate in bed. The unrest goes and comes, goes and comes back. I know I have a better way.
When I collected words from the drawing and scrambled them, I scrambled really hard. Into the order that they fell into, I added a few words to connect the lines and it was done with no effort at all. For your curiosity and joy I gave color to the words that I added in order to connect the lines and make them communicate clearly.
Falling down
The pain
Is trying to hold on
Asking
Where is Mommy?
Losing sense of direction
Feeling
Irritation
But
With everything else
It is now
Falling down
All things break apart
Feeling
Dry and dead
To enable
Growing.
intuitiveflow 
Love the expansive ending…growing is…uncomfortable sometimes, isn’t it? Esp. when it happens at 2 a.m. Hope you get rest, friend.
Yes, friends indeed.