I lived my own renditions of these stories molding my interests and desires into existence on a small patch of grass neighboring the edge of a vast and endless valley tipped at the edge of a forest; inviting yet scary.
Sometimes my mind can't help but swirl, and I just fall.
Swirling gently upon your lips, the tides are turning;
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.
I guess I just want others to know that I don't need you to understand sometimes. Sometimes I just need to feel. And even though I can be hard to be around sometimes, I'm still there with you.
But I think it's okay for me to say, 'I'm not fine, but I'm getting to a point where I know I will be fine soon.'