I Get It.

Feeling too much to describe right now.

I hope that’s ok.

If I haven’t yet made sense of the reality I currently find myself in.

A place where everything looks different.

My home, my sense of me, my day to day.

How my days now look at you.

How I’m questioning everything I think.

Challenging my thoughts.

Trying to break them.

To release myself from the hold of immaturity.

The youth of not knowing, knowing I don’t know and doing nothing about it.

How long was I there?

Everything feels open-ended.

Why does pain sound so beautiful wrapped in a melody?

Discomfort to Art.

A short distance filled with the ominous feelings of something else.

What is here?

Where are you?

That’s the space I’m in.

A journey toward something.

The ability to place what I find on a canvas no doubt.

Letting the memories flood forums for souls taking their own turns.

I have no details on what’s to come.

And for a time, I find myself ok with that.

Like knowing has slowed me down before and I’m tired of having to find pace.

Being here.

In this space.

All I have.

This isn’t my first time.

Perhaps I should show that.