13 years later 🌙
Too much of life has happened, read my old posts and it all sounds like a different person altogether. A completely out of body feeling, I can see her, but I can’t quite relate to her anymore.
Today, words aren't as easy to come by, thoughts don't align and somehow don't think I have that much to share too.
Today, reaching my posts, realizing, when life was happening to me it was also chipping away at some of my soul, my joy, my will to just be. These days I feel consumed by responsibilities, worries, a restless search for peace in the middle of constant noise.
I still have some more life left to live, but will am not sure of. No longer search for love, perhaps I’ve come to understand that, in this lifetime or at least in this chapter of my life, love will live mostly in my mind, in memories of moments that once were. Maybe this is my gift to carry unfulfilled love, to hold longing for something I was lucky enough to experience, even if only for few moments.
Tonight, will just sleep with knowing I was once a person who had the zeal of life, desire to express melancholy and who believed she could move through worry and still return to joy.
Maybe it's time to learn something new from an old acquaintance.
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