This is a storm. And I’m, me! right in the middle of it
The space where you don’t feel the full force of it, or maybe because you’ve been through it for so long you fail to realize what you’re holding on
All the wind is blurring my eyes, quite literally! And you know how the eyes get watery when it’s too windy? I’m in that, all the time, quite literally!
And when you stand against too much of it, your skin gets dry! And when you feel too much of it, and for a long time, you make it your temporary home. And now, that is how home feels like, chaos, days and nights into the void, right outta window
Sometimes, and just sometimes, you flow, bend against the storm, and it through its winds carries your weight. And you fly, you flow
But you can’t do it, you can’t depend on the storm, and you gotta stop believing that you’re meant to be there
It’s dangerous how much we’re ready to face when we’re by ourselves
Life’s teaching, I hope I’m learning