Declutter your heart.

Let the leaves fall and die.
They can keep you warm for a while, but eventually must be blown away.

Break yourself open and
Let your blood flow
Frigid and awake like a melted avalanche
Or scorching and slow like molten lava. 

Open to joy even when you don’t understand it.
Let your muse be a muse,
No questions asked.

There is no normal or specific,
just a life and a love and the living.