I feel like I have no place to cry but I have been. Everything is happening to other people, I am safe and yet the tears still come. The reality of being human is that we are tethered together. This is what came from the over whelm.

Interestingly an intestinal, visceral shape emerged, like my own trauma appeared when expressing grief for others.

It separates the figures and creates a longing barrier

The figure on the left looks more like a deity to me. The one on the right troubled and shaken.