The more you put yourself out there, the more you risk. But August was a grave and I clawed myself out of the comfort of earth so I may be washed by storms and deafened by thunder. I for the first time in years, went looking. I went looking and found not the old me, not the new me, but something...
God, September-December 2024 have been the best months of my life. So much chaos, but so much love, stupidity, mistakes, passion, aching. Despite these things, I still live with confusion and unknowing.
January, 2025. Wow its been such a long time. So much has changed. I submitted my poetry to a manuscript competition. I was in a play at school (pretty large role!)
I logged on after years and I am no longer working at this small office often, but today I happen to be here and it is, in fact, snowing outside. What a coincidence!
I too, think about birds and cry at their freedom. I think about them before bed, in hopes I could at least fly in my dream. But then I don't. And then I wake and must start my day, a lowly vessel just trying to make the best out of a dismal life.