Sometimes my mind can't help but swirl, and I just fall.
So without further preamble, I give you this special post. What writing means to you: A collaboration.
Me: Acceptance and reflection, this a space of nothing, but it is mine to understand. I do not fear myself. I fear not recognizing the way I exist. Time is one thing on my side and in this, I know how to remember. I know how to accept and I am learning how to reflect.
But I don't regret. I have seen things that most will never experience.
Don't figure out what you want to be or what you want to do. Start smaller. Start with the simple things.
But I'll wake up, won't I? Or perhaps I already am awake? Living the life of a dream I can't remember.
You let that feeling seep down into your bones and shiver as you your body gets ready for the next time, the next ride, the next drop of happiness.
I remember moments I've had where spats of melancholy have come and gone, nothing as harsh as true sadness, but days, just days, sometimes hours where it's hard to go through the motions, and I empathized with the character.
So I sit here smiling, happy, uncertain almost indefinitely, but happy nonetheless.
Flowing uncertain. Motionless breath exhaled, It begins again. https://laughingsquid.com/opposites-posters/