There’s always that moment when
you thought your brain is working overtime for things that makes no sense. Your
mind is busy daydreaming and thinking yet you have no way of pinpointing just
what it is that’s making all that noise inside your brain.
Wondering.
You’re at a point where you want
to write and then realize you’re at the end of the pages of your journal. So you give it meaning saying, maybe this is
it… to write something that would end all these running thoughts.
Pondering.
You try to push back all the
negative thoughts. Trying with all your
might to focus on the positive. Lean
only on the good stuff. Balance
everything out… you got this!
Swaying.
Because sometimes you
falter. No matter how brave you think you
are, something jumps out to scare you.
You take a step back and evaluate, how do you work things through?
Creeping.
Both for the ones that haunt you,
and yourself slowly moving to get back to stability. It’s a never ending
struggle.
Holding.
To whatever gives you the
strength to stay where you are… and to push you forward. That little spark and pixie dusts that keep you going. Because in a world filled with
surprises, you just have to label the good ones.
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