You promised if I sat that a story would come – the truth. That it would be unveiled to me through myself if I just trusted and disengaged for a moment.
Well I’m here and I’m waiting, please speak.

I am infinite sadness and infinite joy rolled together in an unending spiral of pain and love and life and misery. Needing one, to have the other. I will not stop spiraling until I’m done. Your choice is to come with me or to resist me, to accept me or to fight me. Whatever you chose to do it will not change the journey, it will just colour how you see it, how you feel it, how you live it.

Your instinct is to run, until you are free but you can never be free, not really. Staying and accepting feels crushing, depressing, unending but if you could just embrace it would it really be that bad? To surrender yourself to the truth of your life and to live it, afraid but unafraid in your truth? You are trapped, but only by yourself, set yourself free by letting yourself just be.

You are human.