i only find myself weakly present now letting the past go but finding it only relevant as i find myself weaker and in need of strength. but in the past i was not strong i was weak and found my courage in darkness and in light i misplaced it again and again though the future feels bleak and empty pointing to my true fate's north bearing the same fearless demeanor i felt as i believed i died, and i believed i lived, and found myself between. though curiously, amidst cloudy thoughts and dreams, the mist keeps me anxious of seeing what will be and every time i choose my step in and every time i don't give in the inch that takes me further leaves me stronger than i ever was. so please sit with me o speaker of my thoughts have tea and honey and leaves enjoy your break and scenery because another inch from here the cloudy mist of confusion and fear will be back to guide me astray i just hope not like yesterday.
the first line went through my head just before bed for some reason
so i opened a word processor and wrote more, so i could keep myself from thinking too much when i tried to go to sleep after
considering my normal writing is very structured and more academic or narrative, i enjoy just putting words down and seeing what happens when i don't overthink the intention too much
i've thought more about these notes, in fact, though in large i shouldn't explain anything, especially not to myself
thanks for letting me join, i want a place to feel motivated to do this more that isn't deviantart or a personal website