I let it go.
what was, what is to come.
I breathed in, went to sleep, and woke up, finally, on the right side of the bed.
Im here and will be for weeks to come.
My imagination has been a good friend but i finally had to tell it to fuck off.
Reality check, im still here.
Time still baffles me. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, it has passed.
I had to let it all go, because i knew i'd regret returning
"home" without ever fully accepting that this place is also my "home"
Today my reverence and gratitude are pointed inward. Something eternal lives in me, and always has.
I love myself. Not me, the part of me that is you, that is everyone, that is eternal.
it sounds ridiculous until it happens to you.